Luo Ye was in pain and anger, seething with humiliated rage.
This woman was supposed to belong to him, the woman who everyone knew had harbored a crush on him for many years.
And now, when he kissed her, she reacted with such aggrievement and repulsion, not only fiercely biting him but also shedding tears!
Luo Ye was so angry that he was having trouble breathing.
The taste of blood spread in his mouth. If he hadn't let go in time, would Zhong Lingling have bitten off his tongue or head?
"Lingling, do you really not love me anymore? Or is it because you can't accept this face of mine now?" Luo Ye bellowed, leaning on the wall with one hand.
Zhong Lingling, like a paper cut-out, was pinned against the wall. In front of Luo Ye, she had nothing to protect herself with. Her hands pressed against the wall, and tears kept falling. "Luo Ye, we've already broken up. Now we each have our own lovers, can we please not bring up the past!"