Jian Ning’s face gradually became gloomy and stern, quickly getting into character.
Coldly looking at Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu carefully approached, lowering his posture: “Hao, did I do something too much recently that made you uncomfortable?”
“Nothing uncomfortable, just tired of being with you.”
Qiao Yu was slightly stunned: “What do you mean by tired?”
“If you don’t understand, forget it.” Jian Ning suddenly smiled: “You said I have a man outside, right? You’re right. I like him now and don’t want to waste time with you.”
Qiao Yu’s breathing became rapid, his eyes turning red with anger: “Are you doing this on purpose? Saying these things just to make me leave, so you can be with that man outside?”
Jian Ning: “………”
“Believe what you want.” Jian Ning suppressed her guilt from lying, looking particularly impatient: “Could you please leave now? I want to be alone.”
“This is my home. Why should I leave?” Qiao Yu scoffed, not only refusing to leave but also slamming and locking the bedroom door, “I won’t leave, and you can’t leave either!”
Jian Ning’s face tensed with irritation: “Qiao Yu, don’t make me look down on you.”
“Look down on me then.” Qiao Yu laughed carelessly, his eyes reddening: “I’ve always been shameless in front of you. So what if I’m clinging to you!”
He suddenly asked: “You like playing with those things, right? Is the guy outside as obedient as me?”
Jian Ning: “………”
“Or is he more obedient, willing to let you do anything?” Qiao Yu’s temple veins were about to burst, “He’s more obedient than me, right? That’s why you want to dump me and be with someone more willing to cooperate?”
“………”
Jian Ning hadn’t expected his thoughts to jump here so quickly, suddenly feeling out of character.
What happened to the S.M talk!
Qiao Yu, with red eyes, threatened: “Yes, I’m crazy. I’ve gone mad. Are you scared?
I’m telling you, Song Hao, I’ll cling to you for this lifetime, and I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!”
Jian Ning: “………”
……This person was too crazy.
She was completely unable to stay in character!
Jian Ning took a deep breath, momentarily at a loss for words, and could only stiffly advise: “Calm down first.”
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