648 Lets Talk About Love 7 (1/2)
The sudden pain made Lu Yan stop in his tracks. He touched the back of his head, and there was blood on his hand.
She had hit him so hard she had made him bleed.
Even without turning around, he knew that it was An'an.
He had not seen her for a long time, and she had become so brazen to hit him. It was obvious she had used all her strength to hit him, to the point he would bleed.
She was really itching for a beating. He wished he could pull her over and punish her.
But these were just thoughts. Lu Yan did not turn around and continued to walk away.
…
He left.
As she watched the man's retreating back, An'an stepped forward and picked up her handbag.
The corner of the handbag was tainted with blood. His blood.
She lowered her luscious, long lashes and touched his blood. It was still warm.
This scumbag!
Her eyes were hot and big droplets of tears cascaded down, landing on her handbag and blurring the bloodstains on it.
…
Lu Yan returned to his own room and found Li Si and An Xi waiting for him.
”Yan Zi!”
”Brother Ah Yan!”
Both of them promptly went up to him and said anxiously. ”Yan Zi, where did you go? You scared us. It's very dangerous now, so you can't wander around, do you understand?”
”Ah, Brother Ah Yan, how did you get injured at the back of your head?” At this moment, An Xi discovered the wound on the back of Lu Yan's head.
”Quickly sit down. Let me bandage it for you…”
”Get out!” Lu Yan spat out two words coldly.
Li Si and An Xi froze.
Lu Yan looked up and his bloodshot eyes swept them emotionlessly, but astutely. He repeated his words, ”Get out!”
It was the first time that Li Si and An Xi had seen him so furious. Generally he had very good self-restraint and never showed his feelings to anyone. What had happened to make him like this?
”Yan Zi, we will put the medicine on the table so you can manage the urges tonight. Have a good rest. We'll come again tomorrow morning to see you.”
Li Si gave An Xi a look. Even if An Xi was unwilling to leave, she had to leave with Li Si.
Lu Yan stood in the room alone. His fringe hung down across his forehead and covered his deep eyes. His thoughts were unfathomable.
It was very quiet in the room. It was so silent that it made one feel oppressed and panicky.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and a maid's voice was heard. ”I'm here to deliver dinner.”
Dinner was here.
Lu Yan stayed silent for a while, before walking ahead to open the door.
A maid was standing by the door. She was holding a tray. The dinner served was similar to the food served at breakfast - porridge and two buns.
He stretched out his hand to receive it.
But a delicate, white hand reached for the tray first and snatched it away.
Lu Yan raised his eyes to see An'an.
An'an looked at the maid. ”You may leave.”