A glint of surprise flashed in Leng Yixiu’s eyes, but he deepened the kiss accordingly.
Their lips and tongues intertwined, yet Lin Yixun couldn’t imrse herself in it. Even without looking at Ouyang Hao, she could imagine his state of mind at this mont. Treating him like this, he must hate her to the bone.
Lin Yixun’s distraction drew Leng Yixiu’s displeasure. He bit hard on her lip and whispered, "Since we’re putting on a show, let’s make it more convincing."
Leng Yixiu wasn’t a fool and naturally understood Lin Yixun’s sudden initiative. Although he said nothing, the strength with which he held her spoke volus.
Ti stretched indefinitely, seeming to last an eternity, before Leng Yixiu finally released her, mocking, "The person you wanted to deal with has left. No need to keep acting."
Lin Yixun turned to look at where Ouyang Hao had been standing, and sure enough, it was empty. She didn’t know when he had left but was very clear that he was surely done with her this ti.
In a way, it was for the best, it was good.
But why did her chest ache faintly, no matter how much she deceived herself, she couldn’t ignore the profound sense of loss and sadness buried deep in her heart.
All the sorrow in Lin Yixun’s eyes was evident to the man, whose gaze grew colder and colder until it froze completely. His words were laced with venom, "Don’t show that lost and broken look in front of ; it makes sick!"
"If it disgusts you, why do you still cling so tightly?"
Lin Yixun’s retort instantly dropped the temperature in the man’s eyes. Just when Lin Yixun thought he would explode on the spot, he suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered coldly, "I want you to suffer. The more pain you feel, the more satisfied I am."
The more she suffered, the more satisfied Leng Yixiu was?
His words pierced her heart, and Lin Yixun stared at him like he was a madman. Just what kind of hatred would make Leng Yixiu think this way?
Lin Yixun suddenly curled her lips into a manic smile, "So does that an if I die, you’ll be even happier?"
Upon hearing this, the man’s pupils constricted sharply, "Lin Yixun, don’t you dare!"
The strength in his hand increased abruptly, nearly breaking Lin Yixun’s waist. She hadn’t expected Leng Yixiu to react so violently and suddenly laughed.
"So you don’t want to die. I thought you hated so much you’d want to tear apart."
The man seed to realize he had overreacted, reined in his emotions, and quickly reverted to his usual cold deanor, "If you die, our ga won’t be any fun."
"Ga?" Lin Yixun suddenly felt a deep sorrow. The endless tornt between her and Leng Yixiu was, in her eyes, just an entertaining ga to this man.
In this ga, she struggled with all her might, while Leng Yixiu rely stood by, coldly watching and savoring her suffering.
Every confrontation with Leng Yixiu was unpleasant. Lin Yixun thought they would part ways unhappily, but who would’ve thought Leng Yixiu wouldn’t leave alone and instead demanded she dine with him.
When the patron speaks, she naturally cannot refuse. Lin Yixun simply couldn’t understand why, knowing full well she wouldn’t give him a pleasant expression, Leng Yixiu would keep seeking discomfort. Wasn’t he afraid she’d spoil his appetite?
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