When Ye Cheng’s tall figure was about to press down, a crisp ringing of a bell sounded untily. It was like suddenly splashing him with cold water, instantly extinguishing his swelling desire.
He looked down at the charming and beautiful woman beneath him, his pupils contracted fiercely.
What am I doing?
Damn!
Noticing the man was about to leave, Zii hurriedly reached out to grab his wrist: "A Cheng, don’t go."
Ye Cheng’s lips pressed tightly, staring at the woman’s flushed face for a few seconds, then resolutely pulled his hand back.
When he got up, the phone ringing stopped, but soon it rang again.
Ye Cheng dressed while answering the phone: "Old Xi, what’s up?"
Zii lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Feeling unusually pathetic.
She had proactively gotten into his bed, yet Ye Cheng still wouldn’t have her; this kind of pursuit felt so cheap.
Should this really continue?
If she left this man, would she definitely not live well? Who leaves whom, the world still turns.
At this mont, so thoughts she had never had before surged in Zii’s mind.
Sotis whether to give up really is just a matter of a single thought.
Finishing the call, Ye Cheng found Zii had already sat up from the bed; her expression was too calm, too silent, making Ye Cheng slightly stunned.
Before, Zii would surely pounce again to hold him.
But this ti, she didn’t even glance at him, turned around, and left the bedroom.
Ye Cheng stood there, holding the phone, a little caught off guard.
Soon, he heard the door closing outside; everything in the room returned to silence.
Xi Nanfeng called to have him visit the injured Mo Qian. Therefore, after getting ready, Ye Cheng followed out the door.
Downstairs, he saw Zii’s red Benz parked by the roadside, the woman silently smoking one cigarette after another in the driver’s seat.
Ye Cheng’s phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, quickly withdrew his gaze.
As he just turned around, his phone beeped, indicating a received ssage.
——Ye Cheng, I’ve decided to let you go and let myself go too. From now on, I won’t bother you anymore. I wish you... happiness.
Looking at the ssage on the phone, Ye Cheng’s mood beca incredibly complex.
When Zii finally let go freely, his heart suddenly felt empty, as if sothing was missing.
When he turned his head abruptly upon realizing, he found the red Benz had already started, driving out of the community.
Ye Cheng’s whole being seed nailed to the spot, without even the strength to lift his foot.
...
Going back, Zii got herself drunk.
The butler heard the sound of wine bottles shattering, hurriedly rushed into the bedroom to check, found Zii lying motionless on the carpet, surrounded by several bottles of red wine, dark-red wine stains spread everywhere.
He rembered Zii had returned less than twenty minutes ago; drinking so much wine, could her body handle it?
"Miss, Miss..." The butler anxiously tried to wake her up.
Zii raised her face, still mumbling: "Wine... bring another bottle..."
"You’ve already drunk too much; drinking more will cause alcohol poisoning." The butler advised with concern.
Afraid Zii might move and touch the broken glass nearby, the butler hurriedly called the maids in, helping to move her to the bed.
Watching the woman’s beautiful face flush with drunkenness, half-covered by ssy hair, lying on the pillow unconscious, the butler kept shaking his head.
Surely, Mr. Ye has hurt Miss’s heart again.
Three whole years have passed, why still can’t let go?
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