Honey, Come Home With Me (9)
Editor: Atlas Studios
Rong Yan frowned again at the instant that he hugged her. Although he knew that she was slender, he did not expect her to be that thin.
Whenever he hugged her to sleep in the past, he would at least get to touch some of her flesh. However, he could already tell how bony she had become, just by holding her shoulders.
He began to feel increasingly guilty.
He seemed to have really done her wrong…
Luo Anning smirked and sneered, "Young Master Rong, don't you hate it whenever I show up in front of you? Haven't you always wanted me to vanish out of your sight? So, I don't think there's anything else for us to talk about. You may leave."
She became increasingly cold and aloof. If Rong Yan were to really leave, he would not be called Rong Yan.
Rong Yan was extremely thick-skinned and could be as shameless as he wanted to be.