Feng Xing gritted his teeth, and the anger in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. His usually noble and gentle temperament suddenly turned into a scary scowl, and the veins on his forehead were twitching.
He raised his arms, rolled off her body, and lay flat on the bed. The moment he uttered a series of curses angrily, he turned over, got out of bed, grabbed his trousers, and put them on haphazardly. He didn't want to stay there any longer.
Qian Xun timidly lowered his head and looked at his toes without blinking, as if those ten white jade toes were the most beautiful scenery in the world and could not be moved away no matter what.
Feng Xing was annoyed and made things loudly on purpose. He walked back and forth in front of her, packing his things and dressing neatly.
From beginning to end, Qianxun didn't say a word, even a few words of comfort were stingy.
Is she just looking forward to him leaving?
If she was really as infatuated with someone as she said, when he first kissed her, she shouldn't have tried to push her away, making him want to seduce her.
The feeling of being planned at the critical moment when the arrow is on the string is not pleasant. It feels like there are ten million ants walking around on the body, itching everywhere, trying to scratch but not being able to, and I can't help but feel angry.
I got so angry that I wanted to demolish the house.
At first, I felt that the house Qianxun lived in was elegant and warm, with a seemingly ordinary design. However, after careful consideration, it had a unique charm, especially the grasp of small details, which was remarkable.
With Fengxing's eyes, it is not difficult to see that all the original and most environmentally friendly materials are used here. Green plants are planted and grow lushly. The air in the room is exceptionally fresh. Obviously, at the beginning of the decoration, a lot of work was done.
Kung Fu.
Now it seems that they are all the product of a certain man's attentiveness. Everywhere is dazzling and every inch makes him feel sick.
She accepted.
He openly accepted the benefits from other men under the pretext of love, and then, for a little favor, he played the role of staying true to himself for the rest of his life.
Funny, really funny.
Blinded by raging anger, Feng Xing did not notice that something was wrong with Qianxun from the beginning. When he kicked away the chair blocking the way, she flinched;
When he threw the bear who had been fucked all night into the corner, she trembled again.
He turned around and brushed the water glass off the table. The clear cracking sound frightened her and she suddenly tightened her grip on the quilt.
If one is more careful, it is not difficult to find that Qianxun's face has turned sickly pale, which is a sign of high mental stress and the verge of collapse.
The quieter she is, the stronger Feng Xing's anger becomes.
The cold wind that poured in through the half-open window in the early morning could not dispel the dark clouds in his eyes.
Maybe her defense, even if it was completely meaningless nonsense, would make his damaged male self-esteem feel better. She sat there silently, her sleeveless pajamas revealing the dense love and hate. That was not long ago
, he branded it on with kiss after kiss, and now it seems both glaring and ironic.
As for whether the aching pain in his chest was really because he had lost face, he didn't want to delve into it. Holding on to this excuse became his only instinct, like a drowning man accidentally touching a straw.
I knew I couldn't save my life, but I still held on tight for my life.