Chu Xinyue collapsed onto the bed with a "bang", not having time to say anything before Ya Chen had already donned his coat. He pushed himself up with his upper limbs on the edge of the bed and sat down in the wheelchair beside him.
"Ya Chen, where are you going?" Chu Xinyue, seeing him looking like he was about to go out, hurriedly got up.
Ya Chen had already reached the door, and with a lift of his arm, the door creaked open. The light from outside spilled onto his profile, making the contours of his face appear colder and harder than ever: "What business is it of yours where I go?"
Chu Xinyue, barefooted, jumped out of bed and ran a few steps to catch up with him but then stopped, not daring to come too close, fearing it might provoke an even deeper revulsion: "Today is our wedding night, at the very least, you should stay with me tonight..."
"Being with you for one night makes me want to vomit." Ya Chen pressed the forward button without any more hesitation.
