Di Xihuang furrowed his brow, surprised and confused by the feelings she evoked. The woman he had met just last night stirred unfamiliar sensations, making him feel an urge to escape.
She turned away, seemingly wanting to hide her expression. Owen pulled her into his embrace, and she didn’t resist, but her trembling shoulders revealed her tears.
Seeing their intimacy, displeasure rippled through his heart. He disliked seeing her in Owen’s arms. He unconsciously stood to separate them, but someone was faster.
Huang Tianli rushed over, yanked open the door, and separated the pair, then slapped Owen’s cheek in one fluid motion.
Di Xihuang quickly pulled Ou Xueman back from the balcony. Feeling her cold skin, he instinctively embraced her to share his warmth.
“Want to try that shoulder throw again?” her voice came coldly from within his embrace.
She didn’t want him to see her tears and stubbornly pushed him away, her dense, wavy hair shrouding her face.
When she pushed him away, he saw clarity in her tear-filled eyes—like a mountain spring, pure and transparent, just as she had been.
Resisting her rejection, he held her tightly. An urge to make amends arose, which seemed to anger her. She looked up and growled, “Get lost.”
He felt a thin layer of ice sweep across his heart with pain and coldness. Before he could savor that pain, his pride surged.
He released her, and she retreated three steps, hugging herself and stubbornly turning away.
The moment he let her go, a hollow coolness seeped into his heart, merging with the pain into an indescribable sadness—like finding a kindred spirit only to be abandoned.
This feeling was oppressive, leaving him suffocated. He wanted to hold her again but feared her rejection and considered fleeing. Just as he was about to turn, he heard her choked voice say, “I’ll go see him.” Though she didn’t look at him, he knew she was speaking to Owen, and their connection made him jealous.
She rushed into the bedroom and disappeared behind the door.
Covering her red eyes with powder, applying light lipstick, her hair tied in a ponytail, and wearing a denim short skirt with a tank top and a loose white shirt—she felt fresh and full of vitality.
