She had just vomited up the porridge, which seemed to have all ended up on Gu Yixuan’s body...
She looked up slightly and saw his livid face, his furious eyes.
Her gaze flickered with guilt, and she felt an urge to laugh, but she held it back.
"Mo Ran, sometimes, I really want to strangle you to death!" Gu Yixuan finally spoke the words he had long held back.
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After resting at the villa for two days, Mo Ran’s cold and the wounds on her hands had healed. After what happened last time, she finally saw Gu Yixuan for what he truly was.
If you comply with him, he treats you a bit better. If you don’t, he turns his back on you mercilessly and torments you harshly.
You never know what will upset him, nor how he will torment you—perhaps even to the point of death.
He was like a time bomb placed beside you, making you anxious, never knowing when it would go off. The only way to be at peace was to leave him, to never see him again.
Mo Ran had decided she must make Gu Yixuan sick of her, to hasten her departure.
She learned to be indifferent, doing nothing all day and staying quietly by herself, making her seem boring. In bed, she gave hardly any reaction, as stiff as if she were dead.
Just two nights ago, Gu Yixuan thought she was just throwing a tantrum and let her be without saying anything. It had already been a week, and her responses in bed were still lifeless. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NoveIＦire.net
Even if he was a pervert, he wouldn’t continue with someone who showed no reaction.
After a few vigorous thrusts, Gu Yixuan ended his passion and withdrew from her body. He turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, and lit a cigarette.
He never smoked, but he liked to light one up, allowing the smoke to swirl around him.
Indifferently, Mo Ran got up to shower in the bathroom; when she came out, Gu Yixuan had a fresh cigarette between his fingers. The room was filled with the thick smell of tobacco, which made her frown in discomfort.
The man did not put out the cigarette immediately as he used to. He raised his head, under his black, stylishly cut hair, were a pair of beautiful, pitch-black eyes.
"How long are you going to sulk for!" he asked discontentedly.
Mo Ran glanced at him, walked to the bed, lay down, covered herself with the duvet, and said indifferently, "I am not sulking."
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