Endless anger arose in Leng Zimo's heart, and that anger instantly burned away all his sanity.
"Okay, then I'll tell you, I want you to stay forever!" He reached out and pinched her chin, looking into her eyes angrily with a pair of dark eyes, "Luo Xiaoqian, listen, you
I saved your life, and everything about you is mine. As long as you live, you must be by my side, forever, forever!"
Shaking her away, he turned around and walked toward the villa.
The beer can he dropped on the ground tripped his foot, and he staggered and almost fell.
Luo Xiaoqian subconsciously took a step, but Leng Zimo had already straightened up and flew up. The can flew up with a sharp sound and hit a chair in the distance, making a very harsh sound, and then stepped back.
It popped out and hit Luo Xiaoqian's calf.
Luo Xiaoqian bent over in pain because of her calf pain.
Leng Zimo in front of him had no idea, he just strode into the villa and slammed the door.
For a moment, the lights on the second floor came on, and soon dimmed again.
Luo Xiaoqian squatted on the beach, her tears falling drop by drop, making two deep holes in the sand.
"I'm sorry, Zimo!" she whispered, "I like you, but I don't dare to love you!"
Second floor.
Leng Zimo stood behind the curtains of the bedroom on the second floor. From here, through the gap between the two curtains, he could just look at Luo Xiaoqian squatting on the ground.
She squatted on the ground with her head down, and he couldn't see her face clearly, so naturally he couldn't see her cry, let alone hear what she said.
Turning around, he walked back indoors, took a cigar and lit it before walking back.
But there was no trace of her in the gap. He raised the curtain slightly in confusion, and saw that Luo Xiaoqian had already stood up and walked to the table, clearing away the plates and the remaining meat and bread on the table.
Leng Zimo's face suddenly sank.
At this time, she was still in the mood to care about this. It seemed that she really didn't care about him and was really just grateful to him.
His heart seemed to be held by a prickly hand, feeling stuffy and painful.
downstairs.
Luo Xiaoqian carefully put away the plates on the table, picked up the cans on the floor... and cleaned everything up. She looked up at the darkly lit villa, turned around, walked to the tent, and sat down.
All night long.
Leng Zimo stood behind the curtain all night, and Luo Xiaoqian sat in the tent all night.
Until, the first ray of morning light appeared in the distant eastern sky.
Staring at the morning sun rising over the sea in the distance, Leng Zimo pressed the cigar butt between his fingers into the ashtray beside the window, then turned and walked into the bathroom.
A moment later, when he put on his dark suit again and walked out of the bedroom, he had returned to the Leng Zimo that everyone was familiar with.
Cold, hard, indifferent.
Walking to the beach, he strode to Luo Xiaoqian.
Luo Xiaoqian was wrapped in a sleeping bag and had not slept all night. At this moment, in the morning light, she finally fell asleep uncontrollably.
Looking down at her huddled in the sleeping bag, Leng Zimo subconsciously bent down and tried to change her up. He stretched out his hand halfway, stopped in the air, and retracted it.
"time to go!"
"What?"
Luo Xiaoqian woke up with a start and raised her face to look at Leng Zimo standing in front of her. The light was so bright that her eyes hurt a little.
Seeing the confused look on her face, Leng Zimo's calm mood suddenly turned to anger again.
