Please... Don't Leave Me

The smell of liquor and blood filled her mouth. An Xiaxia felt like a small boat being pushed around by tidal waves and was completely helpless.

When she finally managed to summon up some strength, she pushed the hands over her eyes away and recognized the face under the moonlight.

It was Sheng Yize.

It was indeed him.

"You bastard! Let go of me!" An Xiaxia hissed, fuming.

The light in Sheng Yize's eyes dimmed. He then gave her cheeks a few pecks and loosened his grip, as if to ingratiate himself with her.

"Xiaxia…"

"Don't call my name!" An Xiaxia was infuriated. "Let go of me or I'll call the police!"

Sheng Yize hesitated, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Smack —

An Xiaxia hit him with an open palm.

In the end, she was still tenderhearted toward him. Instead of slapping his face, her hand landed on his chin.

Sheng Yize stayed as still as a rock and let An Xiaxia hit him to vent her anger.