C303 (1/2)

The number of times Ye Wanqing had met with Ai Sicheng did not exceed a single slap, but she was certain that Ai Sicheng was the kind of person who never did anything useless.

He must have his reasons for coming to find him to be Nie Zheng's groomsman.

The sky above the island was always cloudy. Before the sun had set, a layer of dark clouds had already gathered on the horizon.

Ai Sicheng bent over and picked up Ye Wanqing's shoes, then walked back to Ye Wanqing and squatted in front of her, signaling her to help her put her shoes on.

”There is no need for Mr Ai to lower himself to his level. If there is anything you want to say, just say it!”

Ye Wanqing said with a gloomy face. His expression was solemn, and he wished that he would never see Ai Sicheng again.

This person should have no heart. Even after destroying the lives of others, he could still calmly appear without a trace of guilt or confidence.

”Are you that angry?”

Ai Sicheng asked softly, sighing as he stood up: ”It's not anything important, it's just that I feel that the time is right. There are some truths that you should know, maybe after knowing the truth, you will know that you don't have the qualifications to get angry.”

Not qualified? Why wasn't he qualified?

Even if Ye Zhensheng did something that would anger both the gods and men, what did that have to do with her? In her entire life, she had never used a single cent of Ye Zhensheng's money!

Ye Wanqing was so angry that she could not bear to see Ai Sicheng's perverted face, so much that she grabbed his hand and bit down hard on the back of his hand.

She was still fuming, so she took a mouthful with all her strength. Soon, she tasted a fishy and sweet taste in her mouth.

The smell was sickening, but Ye Wanqing still bit on it and did not loosen his grip.

She really hated him.

He hated Ai Sicheng for venting his anger, hated Gu Jinyuan for irresponsibly barging into his life, and hated himself for having such a dirty bloodline that he could not choose from the moment he was born.

That's right, all the way until now, even she herself felt that the blood in her body was dirty, she really couldn't change all of the blood in her body.

Ai Sicheng did not push Ye Wanqing away.

After biting for a long time, Ye Wanqing's cheeks started to ache, and tears continuously flowed out from the corners of his eyes. Unconsciously, his throat started to produce gurgling sounds, like a small beast that had bitten its first prey.

”I was the one bitten, what are you crying for?”

Ai Sicheng asked, holding out a folded square handkerchief.

The square towel was light blue, mixed with a nice smell of men's perfume. In this current society, there were very few people who carried a square handkerchief with them, Ye Wanqing somehow felt that Ai Sicheng's way of doing things was old-fashioned.

After thinking for a while, Ye Wanqing became tired and slowly let go of Ai Sicheng.

After releasing her bite, Ye Wanqing realized how fierce that bite was. The piece of flesh on the back of Ai Sicheng's hand was almost bitten off by her.

Ye Wanqing tilted his head and spat out the blood in his mouth, but the smell of rust still lingered on his lips and could not dissipate.

Ai Sicheng was still in the same position as when he gave her the handkerchief. He hesitated for a moment, and took the handkerchief, but did not wipe his mouth, and instead tied it to Ai Sicheng's hands.

”Are you going to examine me and then charge me with intentional injury?”

Ye Wanqing asked softly, his hand deliberately using more strength to tie up the handkerchief tightly, and even making a tight knot along the way.

”There are more important things for you to do than go to jail.”