Dongfang Liuyun's expression darkened for a moment. After a moment, she lowered her eyes, put down the cup in her hand, and slowly stood up—
"You can think whatever you want. I've said everything I need to say."
As she said this, she was about to turn around and leave when Fujiwara suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. He tightened his grip so hard that Dongfang Liuyun felt a wave of pain coming from her wrist.
"There are too many things that we haven't talked about. Dongfang Liuyun, since we've been entangled with each other like this, do you think you can escape unscathed? In your dreams!"
As Fujiwara spoke, he also stood up swiftly.
"Let go!"
Dongfang Liuyun's beautiful brows were knitted together as she struggled for a moment. However, Fujiwara had already pulled her out of the door. Even though Lan Xiu recovered from his shock and wanted to stop them, it was already too late. The two figures had already disappeared outside the door.
