Xiang Yutian asked, staring at the address on his ID card, his voice was low and not as cold as before.
"Yes, I am from Haikou. I just came to H City to find friends." The pretty girl nodded while crying, "Master Xiang, I will pay you double the amount of clothes, I will double the compensation, please let me go..."
"
Those gossips just screamed like that, even fools know what "being dragged into chatting" means.
She doesn't want to die yet.
Xiang Yutian just stood there without saying a word, with an unfathomable look in his eyes, always holding the ID card in his hand, with his thumb covering the word "Haikou" on it.
a long time.
After a long time when everyone started to look at each other and asked each other what was going on, Xiang Yutian finally reacted...
"Let the person go."
Xiang Yutian threw away his ID card and left a message indifferently.
"ah?"
Lone Eagle was stunned.
"Let me go." After saying this, Xiang Yutian walked away.
Everyone was stunned, and the scene was very quiet until the young girl came back to her senses, sobbed and bowed desperately, "Thank you, Master Xiang, thank you, Master Xiang..."
Jiang Weiwei looked at his back in astonishment, puzzled.
Haikou...
Xiang Yutian seems to be very sensitive to Haikou, so sensitive that he lets go of people who offend his mysophobia...
Is it because of love? Or because of something else?
———☆————☆————☆————☆————
On Red Street, in the dim box of the nightclub, colorful lights flickered softly.
Xiang Yutian sat in a corner of the couch, his upper body naked but still as natural as wearing a suit, without any discomfort.
He leaned against the armrest of the sofa with one hand. Under his neatly styled short hair, he had a demonic expressionless face. His face was slightly tilted, and his eyes were looking straight ahead with no focus.
Usually, people call this state a daze.
Xiang Yutian had been in a daze for a full hour from the time he picked up his ID card to entering the nightclub.
There really is one for him.
Jiang Weiwei sat aside.
There were only two of them in the box. She was his new love and she couldn't go anywhere but by his side.
She had already picked up the black shirt out of boredom and wiped the white milkshake stains on it with a paper towel, bit by bit.
It's not because she cherishes Xiang Yutian's clothes.
She was really bored, so bored that she had nothing to do.
"..."
Xiang Yutian slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman beside him. She was struggling with his shirt.
Xiang Yutian sneered disdainfully, opened his mouth slightly, and was about to say that he had lost it, but was frightened by her slightly lowered profile.
Her side face was beautiful but not gaudy, and without makeup, he discovered that there was even a touch of indifference between her brows, which was clear and elegant, but it inexplicably caught his eye.
She lowered her head, bent her legs in front of her, and wiped her shirt with a tissue. There was a trace of seriousness and a trace of boredom in her eyes.
A familiar scene.
The figure in his memory was sitting next to him like this, violently rubbing his dirty clothes...
"Do you know me?"
Xiang Yutian grabbed her shoulders violently and dug his fingers into it hard.
Jiang Weiwei was startled and turned to look at him in confusion, "What?"
"Do you recognize me? Have you seen me before?" Xiang Yutian asked eagerly, staring at her aggressively and grabbing her hard with his fingers.
She can also make Haikou porridge...
As soon as she appeared, all his memories of Haikou were brought back. Xiang Yutian stared at the address on his ID card and asked, his voice low, not as cold as before.
"Yes, I am from Haikou. I just came to H City to find friends." The pretty girl nodded while crying, "Master Xiang, I will pay you double the amount of clothes, I will double the compensation, please let me go..."
"
Those gossips just screamed like that, even fools know what "being dragged into chatting" means.
She doesn't want to die yet.
Xiang Yutian just stood there without saying a word, with an unfathomable look in his eyes, always holding the ID card in his hand, with his thumb covering the word "Haikou" on it.
a long time.
After a long time when everyone started to look at each other and asked each other what was going on, Xiang Yutian finally reacted...
"Let the person go."
Xiang Yutian threw away his ID card and left a message indifferently.
"ah?"
Lone Eagle was stunned.
"Let me go." After saying this, Xiang Yutian walked away.
Everyone was stunned, and the scene was very quiet until the young girl came back to her senses, sobbed and bowed desperately, "Thank you, Master Xiang, thank you, Master Xiang..."
Jiang Weiwei looked at his back in astonishment, puzzled.
Haikou...
Xiang Yutian seems to be very sensitive to Haikou, so sensitive that he lets go of people who offend his mysophobia...
Is it because of love? Or because of something else?
———☆————☆————☆————☆————
On Red Street, in the dim box of the nightclub, colorful lights flickered softly.
Xiang Yutian sat in a corner of the couch, his upper body naked but still as natural as wearing a suit, without any discomfort.
He leaned against the armrest of the sofa with one hand. Under his neatly styled short hair, he had a demonic expressionless face. His face was slightly tilted, and his eyes were looking straight ahead with no focus.
Usually, people call this state a daze.
Xiang Yutian had been in a daze for a full hour from the time he picked up his ID card to entering the nightclub.
There really is one for him.
Jiang Weiwei sat aside.
There were only two of them in the box. She was his new love and she couldn't go anywhere but by his side.
She had already picked up the black shirt out of boredom and wiped the white milkshake stains on it with a paper towel, bit by bit.
It's not because she cherishes Xiang Yutian's clothes.
She was really bored, so bored that she had nothing to do.
"..."
Xiang Yutian slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman beside him. She was struggling with his shirt.
Xiang Yutian sneered disdainfully, opened his mouth slightly, and was about to say that he had lost it, but was frightened by her slightly lowered profile.
Her side face was beautiful but not gaudy, and without makeup, he discovered that there was even a touch of indifference between her brows, which was clear and elegant, but it inexplicably caught his eye.
She lowered her head, bent her legs in front of her, and wiped her shirt with a tissue. There was a trace of seriousness and a trace of boredom in her eyes.
A familiar scene.
The figure in his memory was sitting next to him like this, violently rubbing his dirty clothes...
"Do you know me?"
Xiang Yutian grabbed her shoulders violently and dug his fingers into it hard.
Jiang Weiwei was startled and turned to look at him in confusion, "What?"
"Do you recognize me? Have you seen me before?" Xiang Yutian asked eagerly, staring at her aggressively and grabbing her hard with his fingers.
She can also make Haikou porridge...
As soon as she appeared, all his memories of Haikou were brought back.