The more she rambled on, the more hurried her tone of voice sounded. In the very end, she sounded like she was going to cry.
Even if she was drunk, He Jichen was afraid Ji Yi's eyes would turn red. Without any hesitation, He Jichen gave in. "Alright, alright. I'll go away, I'll go away..."
He only managed to say half the things he wanted, yet he still moved away from the bed.
He was already moving away, but Ji Yi still felt like she could sense Xia Yuan's perfume penetrating her nostrils. Her heart felt stifled and unusually hurt.
With that thought, she wanted He Jichen even farther away. She pointed out the door and said, "Leave, you!"
He Jichen furrowed his brows dejectedly and didn't move.
The next second, Ji Yi grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. "Leave!"
"I'll leave, I'll leave..." yielded He Jichen, when he saw her throwing a tantrum.
Just as he retreated back to the bedroom, the doorbell rang.
