Upon entering, the house was in a mess, and the food and wine on the table had been looted.
Behind the screen, the woman who was so stunning last night was lying down in a very unsightly posture.
She kicked the quilt aside, opened her lips slightly, and lay on the bed, with her slender white legs exposed, and what else was she muttering in her mouth?
He took a few steps closer and saw tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. He unconsciously reached out to wipe away her tears.
But I heard a gentle whisper:
"...Of course, great, you're fine! Why did you come to me now?"
The right hand that was originally intended to wipe away her tears froze in mid-air, and a gleam of cold light shot out from her cold eyes.
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed his left hand,
"Do you know, I'm so afraid of you dying!" Nong's soft and sticky words made him even more angry.
The muscles on Xuanyuan Aolin's face twitched, his eyes were filled with storm, and he only heard one sentence:
"Get out."
Everyone felt the biting cold wind blowing by, their bodies shaking like fallen leaves, and they quickly closed the door and retreated shakily.
He was so angry that he stretched out his hands to pick up her body, pinched her jaw tightly, and yelled at her:
"Who is the man you call Ran?" The words were as cold as hail.
I felt a pain in my jaw. I opened my eyes and saw clearly that the person in front of me was Xuanyuan Aolin.
That handsome face was like Satan from hell, and his eyes were staring at me like ice picks.
The full anger almost overflowed from his eyes.
I was shaking with fear, and he repeated what I hadn't heard clearly:
"Who is he? Are you still crying for him?"
"Let me go!" I didn't dare to answer. The only thought in my heart was to run away.
I broke free from his restraints, picked up my dress and ran away, but he didn't take more than two steps before he carried me back.
I pulled up the cloth on the dining table, and when he pulled me hard, the dishes on the table fell to the floor with a clatter.