Note: The previous Chapter had 1,500 words eaten up, resulting in a duplicated Chapter. I’ve now fixed it, you can go back and check it out.
Ye Anhao suddenly felt she was very stupid, clearly played by others, and still heartbroken alone.
However, sotis, what the heart desires is difficult to control. She would be sad this ti, and never again for anyone feel such sorrow.
She took one step after another towards the bus stop, only to suddenly bump into a human wall in the next instant. She had not been careful, and was not watching where she was going.
Without looking up, she instinctively opened her mouth, "Sorry."
She dropped this sentence and tried to step around the person, but her wrist was firmly grasped by a big hand.
Ye Anhao felt sowhat annoyed; she had already apologized, why was this person still unwilling to let it go.
But when she looked up and saw the person, a flicker of surprise flashed through her originally vacant eyes.
Ouyang Che? What is he doing here?
The man was dressed in an army green trench coat, holding a large black umbrella. In the rain, he appeared particularly tall. Perhaps because the rain was so heavy, the bangs on his forehead were still dripping with water. His sexy thin lips were tightly pressed together, and under the shadow of the black umbrella, the outline of his face was as cold and hard as always.
From his gloomy expression, Ye Anhao could easily see that his mood seed to be bad – very bad. But why did he have to show a sullen face to her?
Ye Anhao wanted to fiercely shake off his hand, but the man’s grip was too strong; her little strength was simply insignificant in front of him. Ye Anhao felt an angry resentnt, why was this man so haunting!
She looked coldly at Ouyang Che, and angrily said, "Let go of !"
The man’s face remained gloomy, not listening to her wish. His hand grasped tightly, and Ye Anhao refused to relent, struggling with all her might. The two of them were in a stalemate for a long ti, their gazes t, and the man coldly raised the corner of his lips.
"Ye Anhao, do you like to humiliate yourself this way?"
Ouyang Che’s face was very cold, his voice was very cold, and the aura he emanated was very cold. To Ye Anhao, it was all unreasonable. She gave a cold laugh, "What I do to myself has nothing to do with you!"
Her words seed to thoroughly enrage Ouyang Che, who laughed in his anger, "Has nothing to do with ? Ye Anhao, don’t forget, you are my woman."
Ye Anhao was stunned, a flash of humiliation and disgrace passed through her eyes, her fist hamred fiercely on Ouyang Che’s body, "Ouyang Che, you bastard!"
Ye Anhao’s strength was too small, her fists landing on Ouyang Che’s body were neither painful nor itchy. But it was her gaze that provoked him; other won were eager to climb into his bed and have a connection with him – did this woman find it so contemptible?
Without a word, he suddenly embraced her shoulders and dragged her straight towards the car. Seeing this, Ye Anhao couldn’t help but feel fear, her eyes full of vigilance looking at him, "What are you doing? Ouyang Che, let go of !"
The man was irritated by her noise, he shouted at her, "If you keep making a fuss, do you believe I’ll do you right here?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Anhao instantly fell silent. She looked at him with spreading fear, tears about to burst from her eyes, but she held them back with all her might.
Ouyang Che looked at her pitiful appearance, feeling both heartache and anger, simply dragging her into the car without further words.
In the enclosed space, Ye Anhao’s fear worsened, she pushed Ouyang Che away and curled her small body into a ball.
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