Chapter 23 (1/2)

I’ll F*ck Your Brains Out

“Xing Shu, you don’t understand relationships. I’ve liked Nie Heng for more than 10 years—since I was young. The reason I ran away from home a while back was because he was going to get engaged to Miss Liu.” Because she liked him, she was willing to let him use her for sex. She could not help it. it was too torturous to love him—she could not leave him; she could not forget him.

“Xing Shu…” Nie Xi was a vivacious person who was not afraid to love and hate. She had never been so afraid.

Xing Shu turned around and was about to leave when the door of the private room not far away suddenly opened. Nie Heng stood at the door, wearing a very smug expression. He then said callously, “Little Canary, you’d better forget what you saw just now.” It turned out that he had long known that Xing Shu was there, but did not care.

Nie Xi could not take it anymore. She walked forward to slap Nie Heng. However, her hand was stopped mid-air by Nie Heng grabbing her wrist. Nie Heng stared at Nie Xi and said with a faint smile, “Go back first.”

WItnessing this, Xing Shu’s brows furrowed tightly. She looked past Nie Heng and met Cheng Lang’s gaze. Cheng Lang was still perched atop his lofty altar—holding a glass of wine with his fingertips—with nary a care. When he saw Xing Shu looking over, he patted the seat beside him.

Xing Shu lowered her eyes and did not look at Nie Heng or Nie Xi. Everything that had happened today was too much for her. She walked towards Cheng Lang. As she got closer, she could almost feel his glacial aura.

“Your shawl.” Xing Shu took off the shawl and placed it neatly at the side.

Cheng Lang grabbed Xing Shu’s wrist. “Bad mood?”

Rhetorical question

. Of course, she was in a bad mood. Xing Shu felt like she had swallowed a fly—a nauseating feeling that lingered—and she could not spit it out.

Nie Heng closed the door of the private room, shutting out Cheng Lang and Xing Shu. He continued to hold Nie Xi’s wrist. “Do you know her?”

Nie Xi shivered.