"Young Master Jin," the woman purred with her bright red lips, her hands still clinging to his neck, but her eyes demonstratively stared at Lu Man.
"I don't like disobedient women." Jin Chengjun still smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, but it made people feel scared.
The woman shrank and said softly: "Okay, you have to come quickly." Then she twisted her waist and entered the guest room.
In the corridor that was more than ten meters long, only Lu Man and Jin Chengjun were left. The servants were all in the servants' room on the first floor. Jin Ziying flew to Paris for a show, and the room was quiet.
But despite this, Lu Man couldn't hear his own heartbeat. That weak heart seemed to die suddenly after seeing the woman whose name he couldn't name, with no signs of life.
Jin Chengjun leaned against the wall, squinting at Lu Man with a sideways smile, waiting for her to speak.
Lu Man's eyes were blurry, and her handsome face was also blurry. She couldn't see him clearly.
Lu Man seemed to be choked by something in his throat. It took a long time before Lu Man burst out: "Don't bring it back, okay?"
Please don’t bring her back, okay? It’s so pale and feeble, but it also hides unspeakable pleading and extravagant hope. She just asks him to leave her a little bit of dignity.
All she could ask for was the last bit of dignity
Jin Chengjun still smiled coldly, playing with the platinum lighter with one hand and looking at Lu Man as if he were seeing a big joke.
"Okay?" Lu Man spoke again, a tear slipped down the corner of her eye, she wiped it away immediately, but more tears fell like broken beads, and she couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard she wiped them.
She pursed her lips stubbornly, her big eyes filled with tears, her face as white as transparent and dirty, so ugly.
Jin Chengjun withdrew his eyes indifferently, turned around and walked towards the guest room. Seeing this, Lu Man immediately grabbed his sleeve and begged eagerly: "Chengjun"
"I still say the same thing." Jin Chengjun turned his head slightly and looked at the little hand on his sleeve, and the corners of his lips curled up coldly: "If you can't stand it, you can get a divorce."
The clenched sleeves suddenly loosened as he finished speaking. Jin Chengjun sneered and walked into the guest room.
As the door to the guest room closed, a sweet cry from inside flowed through the air into Lu Man's eardrums: "Young Master Jin, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Unable to suppress the pain in her chest any longer, Lu Man turned around and rushed into her room, went straight to the bathroom, and vomited while holding the toilet.
"Ugh, cough, cough." She stretched out her fingertips to dig into her throat, her tears and snot mixed together, making her feel as embarrassed as she wanted.
The door was not closed, and the sound from the guest room came loudly. It was sharp and harsh. It penetrated the eardrum like a poisonous needle, and the pain went straight to the depths of my heart.
Lu Man's hand slammed the bathroom door shut, blocking out the sounds, and slid down the door panel, sobbing loudly.