At that moment, a fire ignited deep in his heart, his eyes as red as a vampire’s. Yes, this was his heart’s desire, ever since the first moment he saw her. He had waited for this for one or two years, but it had never been fulfilled. Then, his animalistic desires erupted, and he cast all consequences aside. By that point, Yan Xixi was already lying on the swing frame, like a prisoner tied to an execution rack, utterly desperate. In her extreme humiliation, she somehow found the strength to suddenly lift her head and bite down hard on his arm, which felt like an iron clamp. That bite, made with all her strength, left sharp tooth marks like a blade. Blood welled up... The intense pain made Wan Donglin instantly loosen his grip. In that fleeting moment, she jumped down and turned to run. He froze, as if sobering slightly, and instinctively gave chase. She whirled around, grabbed another opened bottle of beer from the table, and hurled its contents at him. It was ice-cold beer. As it suddenly drenched his head and face, he stopped short, squeezing his eyes shut. The cold shock seemed to clear his head a little. She stopped too, her hand going limp. The bottle slipped from her grasp, shattering on the floor. She was shaking violently, her hands covering her face as tears streamed through her fingers. She suddenly snatched a shard of glass from the broken bottle on the floor. His face turned deathly pale. "Xixi, don’t..." He took a step forward, but before he could touch her, she turned and dashed upstairs. Running too quickly in her fear, she slipped a few steps up the stairs and began to fall backward. He reacted quickly, lunging to catch her, but the force of her fall sent him sprawling heavily to the ground. She landed on top of him, then scrambled off and continued stumbling up the stairs. He had fallen hard, and it took him a moment to get back on his feet. By the time he pursued her, she had already slammed the door shut and locked it. Leaning against the door, she still didn’t feel safe. She slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face like rain. To judge a man, don’t look at how good he is to you when he’s good; look at how bad he can be when he’s bad. Choosing this life meant she was destined for such an outcome. A long time passed. When she finally stood up, the light outside the window had dimmed; dusk was approaching. It was an overcast day, with a dense layer of dark clouds pressing low against the sky. A massive storm was brewing, ready to burst forth at any moment. She felt utterly drained but still managed to wash her face and change her clothes. In the vanity mirror, she saw a trace of blood on her lips. She felt a pang of confusion, wondering how it had gotten there. This time, she didn’t hesitate at all. She picked up her suitcase and slowly walked downstairs. The living room was pitch black. Upon hearing her footsteps, Wan Donglin turned on a lamp. She looked at him, and he looked at her. He had been sitting on the sofa all along, looking utterly haggard. Both his hands were thrust into his pockets, showing no outward sign of injury. Fresh chapters posted on novel-fire.ɴet His gaze fell on the suitcase she carried. His expression was calm. It seemed he had sobered up from his drunken stupor. She walked up to him and opened the suitcase. Her expression was remarkably calm. "Mr. Wan, please inspect its contents." He looked away from the suitcase, his gaze fixing intently on her. Her eyes were red and swollen, her eyelashes lowered. She waited for a moment. Seeing he had no intention of inspecting it, she closed the suitcase. It wasn’t heavy. She dragged it behind her and turned to leave. She had already reached the doorway. "Yan Xixi, if you leave today, you are never to come back here again! Not even if you beg me, I will not give you another chance!" She strode out the door without a second glance.