Lin Wanwan was gulping for air, like a fish out of water.
Lu Shouyue stared her down, a little out of control, and enunciated every word clearly: "Wanwan! A woman without a heart—I can't have her, and I don't want her."
With that, he abruptly sat up, left the bed, snatched up the clothes on the bench, dressed at lightning speed, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.
In less than a second, the front door opened and shut with a bang.
Lin Wanwan sat dazed on the bed. His body heat still lingered on her skin, yet he had left, utterly resolute, in the blink of an eye.
"It's not like that!" She covered her face and burst into tears.
Lu Shouyue ran downstairs. At this moment he was boiling with rage, his whole body radiating a chill like millennia-old ice as he strode down the blurry, lamplit street.
Jealousy had driven him mad; if he stayed any longer, he'd ignore how inconvenient her body was right now and turn into a demon and devour her.
