When Long Yu Qingxu rushed back to the room, his whole body was already wet with sweat.
Even though she was sweating like rain, her pretty face was still as cold as frost, and her fists tightened and loosened unconsciously, and then tightened again.
I didn't want to pay attention to the ambiguity in the garden, but my brain was twitching and kept replaying his affection for other women.
Repeated entanglement drives people crazy.
Long Yu Qingxu punched the table with a show of fist, causing the tea set on the table to rattle with his internal energy.
He growled angrily: "Who does he treat well? What does it have to do with me? Why should I be jealous of him?"
When the word "jealousy" came out of his mouth, Long Yu Qingxu paused suddenly.
The eyes that were boiling with anger gradually calmed down, and then became covered with a layer of confusion.
If you think about it carefully, this temper tantrum is inexplicable.
Haven't I always wanted to take revenge on him and let him taste the feeling of being dumped?
Why do I feel crazy jealous when I see him flirting with other women?
A series of doubts made Wen Xu completely calm down, and he sat feebly on the chair, his mind spinning over and over again.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice when the door was opened or who came in.
It wasn't until the ambiguous teasing sounded in her ears that she was horrified.
"Baby are you thinking of me?"
Hearing the sound, Long Yu Qingxu quickly turned her gaze. The man with the grinning face above her head was not Feng Yelin.
Seeing his endearing smile, her heart skipped a beat.
But it was only for a brief moment. She looked away again, looked away from him abruptly, and asked seductively: "What are you doing here?"
Seeing that she clearly cared but insisted on pretending not to want to see her, Feng Yelin's shrewd eyes were even deeper.
There was an ambiguous smile on his face, and his hands restlessly hugged her waist from the sides, whispering in her ear: "Baby, you miss me, of course I want to come."
This mellow voice was low and beguiling, making Long Yu Qingxu feel lost for a moment.
But when she heard his self-righteous remarks, she suddenly woke up and was even more annoyed that she was so easily bewitched by him. She really wanted to give herself a slap in the face.
He raised his hand and pushed him away, stood up, stared at him and ridiculed him.