Ye Cheng heard the words "the only", and frowned: "You’ve seen the person now. Please leave and don’t disturb my work."
"I won’t leave." Zii shook her head, "Isn’t it nice to stay here with you?"
Ye Cheng suddenly stood up, strode to her front, and grabbed her wrist: "Zii, do you really think I won’t hit won? Playing again and again, in your eyes I’m being toyed with, is it particularly fun?"
His face was tense, and his phoenix eyes were filled with deep anger.
"I’m not playing you..."
Zii looked at him in confusion.
"You texted saying you wanted to let go, yet you keep entangling, even followed to Tokyo. What isn’t this if not playing ? In your view, am I so easily swayed by you? You ill-natured woman!"
Ye Cheng was sowhat excited, exerting strong force on her wrist, and Zii felt a slight pain.
She stared blankly at him, not expecting him to be so angry.
Zii took a deep breath and explained: "I never intended to toy with you. Before going to Tokyo, I had decided to let go. But after we went through adventures together, through life and death, I changed my mind. Clearly, we still love each other, why should we separate?"
Still love each other...
Ye Cheng’s pupils shrank suddenly, as if his thoughts had been exposed, he abruptly let go of her hand.
To this day, he still rembered the scene when Zii stord the underground fighting ring in Japan with a group of people.
She wore a silver mask with dark patterns, her wavy hair tied into a ponytail, all clad in a sleek black bodysuit, radiating both allure and coolness.
Especially when her charming eyes looked at him from behind the mask, which shocked him, unable to calm for a long ti.
That day, Zii completely transford into another person, swift in movent, her shooting precise, even capable of retreating undamaged from the Yamamoto Group.
If Zii hadn’t helped in Japan, he and Mo Qian’s team might not have made it back alive.
Ye Cheng was unwilling to admit that his repeated avoidance was actually fleeing from his inner feelings.
While in Japan he wavered several tis, but upon returning to Rongcheng, he armored himself with a hardened shell, blocking Zii’s every concern.
"A Cheng..."
Zii saw him standing there stiffly, attempting to move closer.
Yet in the next mont, Ye Cheng suddenly turned around, grabbed the coat on the chair back and strode outward.
Zii saw this and hurriedly followed.
The night wind outside was very chilly.
Ye Cheng’s whole body radiated coldness, striding ahead, Zii closely behind.
At this dawn hour, few were on the streets, the two walked silently, one after the other.
Zii wore fine high-heeled shoes, after not walking far, felt her heels getting blistered, she simply took off her shoes.
Ye Cheng just wanted to co out and calm down, not expecting Zii to still follow. When he turned around later, he saw the woman carrying her shoes, her bare, snow-white feet stepping on the cold ground.
She was the privileged daughter born with a silver spoon. Although rebellious during school, she had never walked barefoot down the street like this.
Why did she insist on making herself miserable in front of him?
"Stop following !" Ye Cheng was increasingly irritable, coldly scolding.
The late autumn night was very cold, her feet were pale without a hint of blood.
Zii was stunned by his sudden temper but quickly raised a faint smile: "Who said I’m following you? Did you build this road?"
"..."
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