Bo Yeyuan's every step was heavy, his heart tearing apart as if being ripped open, flesh and all.
He planned to send an email to Beitang Feng, asking him to come to the hotel and take away his "thing"! To see with his own eyes what kind of woman his woman was.
Li Qiyu's pale face appeared before his eyes—
Damn it!
With a bang, Bo Yeyuan pushed the door open forcefully and straightened his collar, regaining his iron-blooded and indifferent demeanor.
He lifted the blanket, and she was still there, seemingly asleep, motionless.
Bo Yeyuan's anger surged immediately. How could she sleep under these circumstances? Sure enough, a woman without a heart or lungs is just an ungrateful wretch—
He grabbed her arm and dragged her out, his action utterly devoid of pity.
Li Qiyu's face was ghastly pale, her whole body drenched in sweat.
"Li Qiyu! Stop playing dead!" Bo Yeyuan removed the cloth from her mouth, "Wake up—"
