"Actually, I really hate trouble. With you, a woman who can warm the bed anytime and anywhere really doesn't have to go out to meet her physiological needs. What's more, the women outside are not clean either. I'm really afraid of catching some disease!"
"Women are all the same. Anyway, they are just venting their desires. Everyone is the same..."
"What's more, I'm used to it and I'm really too lazy to change it!"
"But that doesn't mean I can't change!"
Li Nian's words were so cold and heartless.
Like a sharp blade, it cut hard at Wen Jiaren, one after another, mercilessly, cutting her all over.
Wen Jiaren gritted her teeth and frowned, making herself look very quiet and calm.
Her hands were clenched into fists under the quilt.
Li Nian looked at the woman in front of him, as calm as ever.
The long eyelashes covered her eyes, preventing him from seeing what she was thinking.
His face was terribly pale.
Holding back the anger in his heart, he stood up calmly, straightened his clothes, and then glanced coldly at Wen Jiaren and snorted: "Do you think I will want the things you bought me?"
As he spoke, he picked it up with a little impatience, opened the window, and threw it into the grass downstairs.
Then, Li Nian walked out of the room without even looking at Wen Jiaren.
There was a loud bang, and the door slammed shut ruthlessly.
Wen Jiaren, who was originally holding back, suddenly relaxed.
The whole person collapsed on the bed.
My vision was blurry and hazy.
She buried herself deeply into the soft bed, and then covered her mouth. Tears fell down, one by one, soaking the pillow.
Li Nian leaned against the tree trunk in the yard, holding a cigarette between his fingertips. In the flickering light and darkness, he could faintly see the sharp look in the man's eyes.