"You..." Jie Er Shaoye was choked up, his heart growing increasingly stifled as he sneered, "When did you acquire such a resigned demeanor? It's utterly disgusting."
Upon hearing these words, Miss Du suddenly clutched at her chest, where a sharp pain was throbbing.
Even though she had developed a heart as strong as stone through repeated injuries, it couldn't withstand his hammering.
What more did he want from her? Whatever he said went, and it wasn't as if she owed him anything, yet she had to suffer so much.
Taking a deep breath, and then another, Miss Du felt like she was exhaling more than she was inhaling, as if she were on the verge of fainting due to the discomfort.
Jie Er Shaoye, seeing that something was amiss, hesitated for a moment but still picked up the teacup from the table and handed it to her.
"Don't you die on me tonight."
Miss Du took the cup of cold tea and drank it down in one gulp. The cold sensation slid down her throat, clearing her mind a bit.
