She had never regretted it so much as she did now.
I regret meeting him and marrying him. I regret everything since I met him!
She pulled the blanket beside her and wrapped her almost naked body, then curled up at the head of the bed, trembling slightly. Her messy long hair could not cover her pale cheeks. Her lips, which should have been cherry-colored, were now white, with teeth and blood mixed on her lips, making her look very disheveled.
She wanted to get here with Yao Li like crazy, but her clothes had been torn to shreds by him. How could she get out of the door with nothing to cover her body?
She stared at the ceiling blankly until she heard the office door being pushed open again. Her body, which had finally calmed down, began to tremble again.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a dark shadow was pressing down in front of her. She clutched the blanket tightly, curled up, buried her pale little face between her legs, and dared not look at him again.
Staring at Song Nanxi, who was like a frightened bird on the bed, Lu Ting's dark eyes were filled with a coldness. He pursed his thin lips, and his whole face was tense, with layers of repression and sinisterness descending upon him.
The hand holding the paper bag clenched into a fist, and then slowly loosened it.
"The clothes are in the bag."
It was hard to tell what emotion was in his clear voice. He was just like he usually was, as if nothing had happened just now.
The more such an understatement was made, the more irritating it sounded to Song Nanxi's ears.
She raised her head quietly, with humiliation and hatred in her eyes.
"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to."
Lu Ting frowned deeply, and looking at her appearance, he felt annoyed. He couldn't help but reach out and pull the tie around his neck, then turned and left.
His cold and straight body was accompanied by heavy footsteps. He was usually calm and composed, but at this moment he felt more depressed and abnormal than ever before. On the cold and noble face, the pair of dark eyes became increasingly deep and cold.
"If torturing me makes you happy, then go ahead. I will take the blame for my mistakes alone."
A low, hoarse voice.
She looked at his elegant and frosty back, and the hatred in her eyes gradually faded away, leaving only indifference.
This figure was deeply engraved in her heart, just like the first time she saw him, but he was no longer the boy in her heart.
The man she loved would never be so sharp and mean, with a heart as cold as a knife.
In that case, let's do as he said and torture each other.
Lu Tingshen paused for just a moment.
But the steps under my feet became a little messy inadvertently.
With a dejected look on her face, Song Nanxi took out a light green dress from the paper bag and put it on. Surprisingly, she found that the dress fit her perfectly, as if it was tailor-made for her. The fresh and playful color added a touch of vitality to her sickly and pale face.
Song Nanxi looked at herself in the mirror, clenched her hands hanging on both sides into fists, and then slowly loosened them.
It was obviously something she shouldn't think about, it was obviously hopeless, but at this moment, her heart couldn't help but have some hopeful thoughts.
Maybe, maybe he still cares about me. Otherwise, how would he know his own body shape so well?
But the more this happened, the more her heart ached.
I know this is impossible, but I am still deceiving myself. At this time, she still had thoughts about him...
Taking a deep breath, she walked out of the lounge and looked at the noble and cold figure in front of the desk. The alienation and indifference emanating from her body made her thoughts collapse again.
"This dress…"
She bit her lip, unwillingly wanting to try it again.