Qiao Yanli looked deeply at the woman standing in front of the washstand. The panic in her eyes was so obvious that it was like a sharp knife piercing his chest.
He was just wearing a hat and a mask, so she couldn't recognize him? Or is Leng Yichen the only one in her eyes now
He pursed his thin lips hard, raised his big hand with slightly bulging veins, and took off his cap and mask.
Xia Yanxi's pupils shrank when she saw the man's appearance clearly.
His sharp outlines were hidden in the thin light, and his deep black eyes were as dark as splashing ink, which was shockingly dark. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and his face looked as cold as ice, like a sculpture without any temperature.
He was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans. He was tall and straight. In terms of figure and appearance, he was not inferior to Brother Yichen at all.
However, she had no good impression of him, and only felt deep disgust in her heart.
There were bodyguards outside, and Brother Yichen was also in the restaurant. This man probably wouldn't do anything to her. Lowering her head again, she washed her face with water.
When Qiao Yanli saw that Xia Yanxi was indifferent after seeing him and didn't even say hello, he looked away coldly and regarded him as a stranger, and his chest suddenly tightened.
Breathe, slightly suffocated.
Pursing his thin lips hard, he told himself, calm down, be calmer, maybe she has something to hide? Although the two have been separated for two years, they still understand each other to some extent, and he should believe in her feelings for him.
Suppressing the overwhelming emotions in his heart, he opened his legs like lead and walked towards her step by step.
When Xia Yanxi heard the footsteps, she raised her head again and saw that instead of leaving, he moved closer to her. Her delicate eyebrows were frowned tightly.
She shook off the water drops on her hand, frowned, and turned around with a cold expression. Not wanting to say a word to him at all, he passed her by.
Qiao Yanli froze when he saw her like this.
Now that there were only two of them here, he thought she would be excited, happily throw herself into his arms, and tell her how much she missed him, but unexpectedly, she just turned around and left indifferently.
She didn't even want to look at him one more time.
When Xia Yanxi was about to reach the door, his slender wrist was suddenly clasped hard by him. Before she could react, he pulled her into the cubicle and slammed the door hard.
The compartment was not very large. When he was pulled in by her, her steps were unsteady, and her face hit his hard chest. She felt a little pain, but more of a disgust.
She put her hands on his chest and pushed him away with all her strength, "Qiao Yanli, what are you doing?"
When he heard her calling his name, all the blood in his body was flowing backwards, and his blood vessels seemed to be condensing into ice. There was an element of rage in his deep narrow eyes, and his thin lips curled up coldly, "So you still remember I?"
Xia Yanxi didn't want to talk nonsense to him. She turned around and wanted to open the door and leave, but he roughly grabbed her waist, preventing her from moving.
His big hands on her waist were very hard and showed no mercy at all. Her eyes were flushed from the pain, and she looked at him with even more disgust and impatience, "If you don't let me go, I will You should shout for help, you should know that there are many bodyguards outside, if you are discovered, you will be unable to escape."
The tone in which she spoke to him was unusually cold, as cold as if he was her enemy.