Footsteps echoed from outside the door, and Li Qiyu regained her composure, leaning on the sofa to turn the page of her book.
She had an exceptionally leisurely day, either reading or doing yoga, as if no one could ruin her mood...
Bo Yeyuan had deliberately locked her in with Ye Zhilu to disgust her, to embarrass her.
She refused to let him succeed!
Bo Yeyuan's face was somber, his hand gripping the doorknob, his heart aching with each beat.
He wanted to see her immediately, yet he feared seeing the indifference on her face. She was right in front of him, but he felt an immense longing and desire, wanting to merge her into his bones, to kiss her, to caress her, to surrender and coax her.
But he had no way out.
If he admitted defeat now, all would be in vain!
Bang, he pushed open the door forcefully, the deep affection in his eyes turning into a cold depth, while he walked into the room with one hand around Ye Zhilu's waist.
