As he spoke, the man pulled Lin Yixun into his arms, cupping her face as he lowered his head to seize her lips in a kiss. This kiss was different from all their previous ones. There was no tenderness in Ouyang Hao’s kiss this time, only anger and sadness. Lin Yixun did not push him away, she just stood there blankly, letting the man ravage her lips. Sometimes, indifference is more hurtful than resistance. Resistance means she would at least feel some emotions, while indifference signifies bone-chilling coldness. The more indifferent Lin Yixun was, the more desperate the man became. The more desperate he was, the more unrestrained his actions became. Soon, both tasted the flavor of blood. This was not a kiss, but a standoff battle. Yet, to Leng Yixiu watching from the sidelines, it appeared to be deep affection and lingering love. Perhaps the man’s gaze was too piercing and sharp, making Lin Yixun aware of it. Her heart tightened suddenly, and she reflexively pushed Ouyang Hao away. Caught off guard, Ouyang Hao lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. Seeing this, Lin Yixun wanted to step forward to help him up, but Leng Yixiu’s cold voice came from behind, "Come here." His voice wasn’t loud, but every word fell into Lin Yixun’s ears, making it clear that he was calling her, even though he hadn’t mentioned her name specifically. Hidden fingers trembled slightly, and eventually, Lin Yixun withdrew her hand, straightened her stiff back, and moved step by step towards Leng Yixiu. Seeing Lin Yixun walking step by step towards Leng Yixiu, Ouyang Hao could no longer heed the pain in his leg. He struggled to stand up, wanting to stop her, but as soon as he took a step, he fell heavily to the ground again. Follow current novels on Nove1Fire.net Ouyang Hao’s soft call came from behind. It was so light, yet every word struck Lin Yixun’s heart. Ouyang Hao had never really recovered from his leg injury, and the fall just now must have been severe. Anytime Lin Yixun closed her eyes, she could imagine the pain on Ouyang Hao’s face right now, but she forced herself not to look back. From where she was to Leng Yixiu’s side was only a little over ten meters, but to Lin Yixun, it felt impossibly long. Her legs felt as though they were filled with lead, making every step forward painfully difficult. Eventually, she made it to Leng Yixiu. The man’s expression remained as indifferent as ever, but the icy look in his eyes revealed to Lin Yixun that his mood was likely at its worst. However, Lin Yixun had no time to worry about that now; her mind was full of Ouyang Hao. Was his leg wound reopened? Was he in great pain now? Suddenly, her lips were enveloped in an icy coldness, dragging Lin Yixun’s mind back from its wandering. She slowly looked up to find, in astonishment, that her lips were tightly covered by the man’s. She was startled and extended her hand to push him away, but the man’s cold voice came from her lips, "What, you were so passionate with him just now, but now you’re unwilling with me?" The man’s voice wasn’t loud; only the two of them could hear it. Yet, it made Lin Yixun feel incredibly humiliated, but she still withdrew her hand slowly. From the corner of her eye, she could vaguely see Ouyang Hao, who seemed to be staring at them. Even though her peripheral vision couldn’t capture everything, she could still feel the sorrow and despair in Ouyang Hao’s eyes. However, she had to do something even more resolute because only then would Ouyang Hao completely believe that she didn’t like him and be utterly disheartened by her. With that thought, Lin Yixun withdrew her gaze, no longer looking at him. She extended her arms, wrapped them around Leng Yixiu’s neck, standing on tiptoe as she resolutely responded to Leng Yixiu’s kiss.