449: Women are not to be crossed I

Women are not to be crossed I

Lu Zhaoyang activated her eye-roll card and prematurely ceased the game, "I'll mail those back to you tomorrow and I'll buy you a few new clothes too. You could share with me your experience after showing them to your partner. Do you need some silicone pads for your size?" 0

Like, for real, can I get some proper suggestions from someone sane and sorted?

"Zhaoyang, listen to me. A frigid man is no good. Just break up with him. Please, take my advice if you don't want to end up looking for young gigolos when you're old!" Lin Yazhi's voice was intense as her experience. 

The door was open. Huo Yunting was coming in. 

Lu Zhaoyang ended the video call immediately as she prayed loud in her mind that her man did not overhear anything. 

Please don't mention anything. Please don't mention anything.

"So who's that *frigid* boyfriend, huh?" Said Huo Yunting as he gracefully sauntered into the room. 

His woman stayed still, looking at him without a word. 

"Me?" Her expression was the last giveaway that convinced Huo Yunting that it was not his brother whom Lin Yazhi was talking about. 

"Is it me?"

"..." 

Well, I did not say anything. You just admitted it yourself, okay?

"You think I've been cold to you?" Huo Yunting then recalled the costumes in the paper bag he saw before dinner, "Well, wear them if you want to," he added.

He went to pick his smartphone on the drawer and left.

So he's not sleeping here tonight?

Our girl was right. He did not return after that. He was not found anywhere in the house. As the clock struck twelve midnight, she confirmed that she should not flatter him anymore. It was a waste of effort. Not only she could not win over his forgival and his smile, she also lost respect. Unnecessary, if you ask. 

As the nightfall turned deep, a volcano was going to erupt at one quiet area of the city. 

"I am hungry. I need food!" Shouted Yan Se in rage as she hopped around the sofa. She certainly was not into bondage by a kid. The hunger humiliation was not working for her either. Lu Bai withdrew his sight and looked into the laptop on his thighs the next hour.

"Lu Bai, I need to pee," she hurled her first excuse. 

"Lu Bai, I think my period came—I need some carbs for emergency blood supply, pronto." 

"Hey…"

"Shut up!" Said Lu Bai, irritated, "Unless you tell me where Ol' Jiu is or you just stayed mummified." 

"You do know it's not that simple to mummify somebody, right?" 

"Don't worry, I'm studying it on my computer now. Once you're dead, I'll do the remaining touch. Would you like a cotton finish or a zinc finish for your own mummy?" Of course, Lu Bai was not that sadistic. He had been searching for Chen Jiu through the location system. Well, it was a wild goose chase. The shrapnel he picked up that afternoon was from the organization. He was rather confident because he crafted those bullets. So the shot must be made by either Chen Jiu himself or someone who snatched his gun.

There was no sight of blood in the scene. There should not be any injury.

If that was the case, why the bullet? What was the meaning of it being fired and hidden behind the scroll? 

I have never been on a mission before—So if this is a passcode or something, I would not get it…

Yan Se moaned in agony. It was feeling like a sauna marathon for her. 

When the rain of summer fell, the humidity had made it worse. 

I am getting mad!!! I need a shower now! 

She wriggled again and again.

Ughhhhh!! I can't believe this puny boy actually got a hold of me! 

The rain grew stronger. Yan Se collected the last few ounces of her strength and leaped from the sofa. Like an earthworm on a hot pan in cartoon, she bounced her way to the kitchen. 

She could hold her pee but seriously she could no longer withstand the hunger! 

There were tears in her eyes when she saw the cherries inside glass container on the kitchen table.

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