Luo Yibei and Leng Qihan's eyes were still facing each other, and Fang Chixia seemed to hear the sound of lightning and flint in the air.
The aura of the two people was the same, both were very cold. As soon as their eyes met, the air pressure around them seemed to have dropped a lot.
The two of them stared at each other for about a minute or two. Luo Yibei's drooping hands tightened slightly and he raised his fist. Just as he was about to take action, Fang Chixia suddenly stood between the two of them and exclaimed, "Luo Yibei." Yi Bei, what are you doing?"
Her movement was very sudden, and Luo Yibei's fist just stopped a few centimeters away from her face, almost hitting her.
"Get out of the way!" He closed his eyes lightly and ordered coldly.
"Chi Xia, get out of the way!" Leng Qihan pushed her shoulder.
"That's enough!" Fang Chixia ignored it and still looked at Luo Yibei.
Pressing down on his fist, she took his hand and pulled him out of the bar.
Just a word came from behind, "Qihan, go back first!"
Her anger was directed at Luo Yibei, but people also followed Luo Yibei.
Still took the initiative to follow him and leave.
Leng Qihan stood in the bar, his eyes silently falling on the two people outside the window, and he rubbed his temples with his fingertips.
It is said that people only show all their temper in front of the people closest to them.
Probably subconsciously, he knows that because of the close relationship, the other party will not blame the other party if the quarrel or quarrel persists.
Is this how she treats Luo Yibei
Fang Chixia seemed to have never been angry with Leng Qihan since she remembered it.
In Leng Qihan's eyes, Fang Chixia is sometimes obedient, sometimes rebellious, sometimes stubborn, and sometimes resilient.
But there was only one time when she was angry, and there was no time when she was willful like a little girl.
Leng Qihan actually knew very well that this represented a kind of distance.
Just because we are not close enough, seeing all aspects of her is not the most complete...
After Fang Chixia left with Luo Yibei, her face remained downcast all the way back.
Luo Yibei followed her, his handsome face tense.
He ran out to meet other men late at night, but he didn't get angry, so she had a reason to get angry
Thinking of the kiss he just gave to Qi Han, Luo Yibei's chest seemed to be burning with a ball of flame, and the will-o'-the-wisps were rising up.
All the way into the hotel where the two of them were staying, up the stairs and into the room, he tugged at the collar of his clothes randomly. Because he moved too hard, the diamond-encrusted buttons on his shirt scattered all over the floor like beans.
One by one, they are all polished with the finest diamonds from South Africa.
He didn't care, and didn't even look at it. He glanced directly at Fang Chixia's face next to him.
Staring at her forehead, thinking about Leng Qihan's actions just now, he pulled her into his arms, raised his hand and wiped her forehead hard several times. Probably feeling that it was not enough, he pulled her again. He followed her into the room, picked up a towel and wiped her forehead hard.
Fang Chixia allowed him to move and did not stop him.
Unexpectedly, Luo Yibei was obsessed with mysophobia and became addicted to wiping.
I wiped it once, but I felt it was still not enough, so I wiped it a second, third, and fourth time...
Towels cause friction, and Fang Chixia's skin is inherently delicate.
When he rubbed it, she felt her forehead was red and swollen, and it was burning with pain.
"Luo Yibei, have you had enough?" Fang Chixia growled at him angrily.