Mu Yin's heart suddenly constricted, the pain nearly leaving her unable to breathe.
She stared with her eyes wide, misted with a haze of water, fixating on the handsome face just inches away from her.
At this moment, the more handsome he looked, the more disgust and revulsion she felt.
She needed to remember this face well, reminding herself that if she left successfully, she would never, ever get entangled with him again.
Looking at her pale little face, Bo Fengheng felt as though someone was choking him, unable to catch his breath.
He wanted to reach out and hold her, but in the end, he did not extend his hand.
Instead, he viciously kicked over a sofa nearby, his voice cold as ice, "You have five minutes to gather your things, or else you can stay here."
After speaking, he turned away heartlessly and slammed the door as he entered the bathroom.
Looking at that once entrancing back that had nearly made her lose her sense of self, Mu Yin laughed mockingly at herself.
