In the cold villa, Leng Sichen leaned on the sofa, an arm draped in front of him, while the other hand clutched a bottle of strong liquor.
The doorbell sounded suddenly and abruptly, just like that day, causing him a momentary daze, not knowing if it was reality or an illusion.
"Leng Sichen! Leng Sichen! Are you dead? If you're not, make a sound!" Xia Yuxun pressed for a while, then gave up on the doorbell, and slammed the door so hard it banged loudly.
As rude as ever.
"Leng Sichen, I'm giving you three minutes. If you don't open the door, I'm leaving!"
As violently arrogant as ever.
Three minutes later.
Just when he thought she had left, Xia Yuxun's voice rang out again, "Considering you're sick and slow-moving, I'll give you three more minutes."
As shameless as ever.
Leng Sichen didn't know what Xia Yuxun was going through tonight.
He didn't know she was bluffing so desperately, trying to fool herself into not being afraid, not at all afraid...
