Glancing down at the soundly sleeping Ning Xixi, Ji Yebai gently lifted her in his arms and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.
"Goodnight, wait for to co back."
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Miankong Bar.
It was deep into the night.
The resident singer strumd the guitar, humming a lancholic folk song. Groups of two or three sipped their drinks now and then.
As soon as Ji Yebai walked into the bar, Xiao Xichen anxiously approached him with a weak confession, "Bro Ji, actually, I didn’t go through a breakup..."
"I know."
"Huh?" Xiao Xichen looked surprised, "How did you know I was lying to you?"
Ji Yebai smiled, "How could a dog possibly suffer from a broken heart?"
"I’m not a dog!!"
"Isn’t being single just like being a dog?" Ji Yebai’s rciless retort almost made Xiao Xichen spit blood, and he calmly twisted the knife further, "Do you know the feeling of holding your wife’s hand? Do you know what it’s like to kiss your wife?"
Xiao Xichen teared up, see, this is what happens when you have a loose tongue!
"Alright, Bro Ji, I know you’re not happy, but I’m really helpless here, the girl ca to herself, nearly kneeling down, I really had no other choice..."
Before he finished speaking, a gentle female voice rang out, "Don’t bla him, it was who forced him to invite you here."
Ji Yebai turned his head, with the bar lights casting on his stunning face, his thin lips curled into an ambiguous smile, his gaze fell upon her, instantly turning cold.
Chilling to the bone.
"Long ti no see." Dressed charmingly with long hair reaching her waist, Dong Yingluo parted her lips with a sweet, just right smile.
Ji Yebai raised his eyebrows, emitting a detached "hmm", his entire person radiating a carefree and disheveled air.
Dong Yingluo secretly clenched her fists, was he using his attitude to tell her that she no longer mattered to him?
"I thought you’d at least reply with a ’long ti no see.’" Dong Yingluo said with a bitter smile.
Ji Yebai walked past her, directly choosing a spot in front of the bar to sit down. Dong Yingluo bit her lip and followed him.
"A glass of ice water," he said indifferently, "Order whatever you want for yourself."
"The sa as you."
The bartender quickly brought over two glasses of water, ice cubes bobbing in the transparent cups, mirroring Dong Yingluo’s turbulent emotions at the mont.
Ji Yebai picked up his glass and took a sip, speaking coldly, "Have sothing to say to ?"
Instead of answering directly, Dong Yingluo responded with a question, "You don’t drink alcohol anymore?"
"She doesn’t like it."
Four simple words, instantly rendering Dong Yingluo speechless.
She took a sip of water, the coldness stinging her throat, "It seems you care a lot about her."
"My woman, of course I care."
"..." Dong Yingluo nearly dropped her glass, forcing herself to speak, "I’m reporting to Muying tomorrow, I’ll also be representing the school in a tennis competition."
"Congratulations."
Dong Yingluo couldn’t hold back, "Why are you acting so distant towards ?"
Ji Yebai looked at her as if he’d heard a joke, glancing at her askance, "I have a girlfriend now. Of course, I’ll keep my distance from other won."
Coincidentally, the singer in the bar crooned these lyrics at that mont:
A toast to the past, no turning back even with love.
Dong Yingluo murmured, "You’re not willing to turn back, are you?"
"Whether you love or not is your own wishful thinking, but ?" Ji Yebai’s eyes filled with pity as he looked at her, "What exactly gave you the illusion that I would love you? Or that I ever loved you?"
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