Little Childhood Sweetheart Is Quite Feisty (Part 32)

"Do you have any idea what kind of a man he is? His character is seriously flawed, do you know? You don't know anything, and you only know how to fool around! You're a fool!"

An obstinate Fanxing pressed her lips as she replied, "I like him and only him. So I want to be with him."

She spoke slowly like how she always did. But her words were so infuriating and almost drove him to his death!

The reason why Qi He was so incensed and agitated was that he recognized the jerk who stood beside Fanxing!

Wasn't he the b*stard who had flaunted that video he took of his girlfriend?

"Yun Fanxing, I'm telling you! I forbid you from getting together with him!" He punched the guy next to Fanxing and pinned him to the ground.

"What right do you have to forbid me?" the little girl asked softly.

"I have the right because I've taken care of you for years! What right do you have for leaving with him?"

"What right…?" The little idiot tilted her head. "Because you can't defeat me."

Qi He was so livid…

His heart, stomach, kidneys were all hurting.

His anger rose and culminated.

He had cooked for her, washed her clothes, and even taught her about menstruation. He had taken care of the little idiot from head to toe, and from inside out as well.

When she needed him, he was her brother. In the event that she had no need for him, then should he have nothing to do with her?

Fanxing bent her head sideways.

Evidently, she hadn't understood.

Little Chief sat down beside the bed for a while; her stomach grumbled in protest. She finally couldn't wait any longer and pinched Qi He's cheek.

"Ahhh!" Qi He shouted out in pain.

F*ck! Who pinched him?

When Qi He finally came to his senses and realized who was sitting beside him, he felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over him, and he woke up completely.

He hugged his blanket and blurted out in horror, "Why are you in my room?"

He could sense something weird with his body, and he didn't feel comfortable.

When did this little idiot enter his room? Did she see anything that she wasn't supposed to see? Did she sense anything?

Little Chief replied pitifully, "Qi He, I'm hungry." She had no inkling of what Qi He was thinking of right now.

It was almost 11 a.m., and she still hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

Qi He swallowed his saliva and said, "You—you get out of my room first. I will make some food for you later…"

When he was left alone, he finally let out a breath of relief.

Damn it! He was frightened to death!

He lifted his blanket. Feeling resentful and shameful, he flung the blanket to cover his head.

Why would this happen? How could this happen?

Qi He recalled the dream he had last night, and he was speechless.

He suspected that he might be having delusions. Did he really have that dream last night?

How could he be such a shameless and vile man?

Qi He was rather pitiful. His morals had been corrupted, and he had been devastated. And yet, he didn't even have time to adjust himself before he had to get up to cook.