The few words were entwined between his thin lips, opening and closing.

Ruan Yiyi listened to what he said, unable to respond for a moment, and that’s fine. She stared at his pale pink lips so close, and couldn’t help but recall some of their past intimate moments.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she shifted her gaze, her throat moving, "You can say whatever you want, anyway, the mouth is yours. You can make up whatever you like."

At this point, her tone paused, "Besides, my heart doesn’t think like that."

Her expression seemed indifferent, as if she truly disliked him, as if she was treating him as another person.

Wen Yu’s eyes gradually darkened, staring at her expression for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine if she was telling the truth. Finally, his thin lips parted, each word slowly dropped:

"So you really slept with me without needing any explanation?"

"Didn’t you enjoy it too?"

She directly retorted, her black-gray eyes reflecting an indescribable look, as if somewhat provocative.

"Hmm? Little brother."

She stared directly at him.

As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere around Wen Yu instantly changed. He slowly got up, putting distance between them, surrounded by a chilling aura, threatening the orchids by the windowsill to wither.

He gazed out the window, his tongue circling inside his upper jaw, pressing against one cheek, nodding slightly.

Ruan Yiyi hadn’t noticed his change, got up to leave, but just as she was about to circle around him—

"Ah—mm...!"

Her arm was suddenly grabbed, her mouth covered. She was restrained from behind and pressed onto the sofa.

Ruan Yiyi struggled desperately, yet her ears suddenly felt hot, a low, suppressed voice sounded beside her ear: "Just once is not enough, big sister..."

The word "sister" seemed like an accusation, yet hid his hatred, sinisterly.

Ruan Yiyi felt a chill from that voice, sensing something wrong, she struggled, trying to speak, but suddenly felt a chill on her skin behind.

The air, laced with his coldness, invaded her skin. Ruan Yiyi closed her eyes, clenching her fists tightly, unsure if it was anger or shame.

Damn it.

This guy really dares!

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How dare he.

The large conference room was empty, leaving only a slender figure curled up on the carpet.

Her long hair scattered, like a large swath of ink staining the carpet.

Even her curled eyelashes hung with glistening water drops.

A black coat was thrown over her.

Depressed, fallen, sunk, suffering.

Countless emotions mixed together, dragging her into the deep sea of endless pain.

Finally, he spoke up, except this time, without a trace of emotion:

"Last time you had your fun, this time it’s my turn."

Her body stiffened.

He took two steps, yet paused, returned, and tossed his coat onto her.

As if pitying a little beast in distress.

"As you wish, we’re even."

His words sounded utterly indifferent, as if the person in front of him could no longer affect his emotions, could no longer keep him awake all night, could no longer let him meticulously and devoutly paint the lover in his heart at night.

His slender, solitary figure left without looking back.

The large door seemed like a barrier between two worlds, once crossed, there would be no more connections.

She was still the high-society wealthy family young lady, he was still a poor student hidden in the crowd.

After his departure, the large conference room was extremely quiet, so quiet that she could hear only her heartbeat, the ticking of the second hand on the wall, and the sound of tears hitting the carpet.

Time flowed slowly, trying to smooth over and soothe everything, but how could it possibly.

She could have easily ordered someone to kill him, it was all a matter of one word from her.

But she didn’t.

She didn’t know how they would be in the future, whether they would be like parallel lines, never intersecting again on their own paths, but she knew what he said just now was true.

He didn’t want to have any more interactions with her.

He had given up on her too.

...

Three days later, no matter if Ruan Yiyi was still in Beijing or not, he had already left Beijing.

He took a week off from school, heading to the Suzhou-Hangzhou area.

"Uncle, uncle hug..."

Little Cuihua Lady was quite perceptive, the little dumpling with bright cheeks ran over, holding out fat little hands for a fair and clean-cut young man to hug.

Little Huahua’s big watery eyes were irresistibly adorable. Wen Yu sat in the chair gazing out the window, expressionless, but hearing this soft voice, his cold, rigid heart slightly cracked.

He picked her up in one swift motion.

Little Huahua nestled into his embrace, small and snug, her white, tender little face pressed against his neck, innocently saying, "...Uncle, Little Huahua likes you."

At such a young age, she was already a fan of looks, usually shameless in front of her parents and brother, yet now felt shy.

Wen Yu, upon hearing this, felt his heart inexplicably struck. However, his lips slightly pulled into a faint, elusive bitterness.

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