however, was lost in thought.He remembered the look in Wen Man's eyes just now, it was nothing but stranger and coldness, not a shred of warmth.Mrs. Qiao saw through his thoughts and gently patted hi...Ho Shao-ting stared at her.

Wen Man was drunk, her eyes filled with undisguised pain.

His heart skipped a beat.

To like him, to cause her such pain

Huo Shaoting gently stroked her lips, his voice with a hint of tenderness: "We make up, just like before, okay"

Wen Man lowered her eyelids, her long lashes trembling constantly.

" Huo Shaoting, I don't want you."

Ho Shaoting clenched his palm, tighter and tighter.

He suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt and carried her out of the car.

The night breeze...

Wen Man woke up a little, and she realized he had driven the car to his apartment.

"Ho Shao-ting, I want to go home."

She started to struggle, restless in his arms, her two white, slender legs kicking wildly without regard for whether they might injure him...

Ho Shao-ting let out a muffled grunt, as if something had triggered a special mechanism.

He couldn't wait to get upstairs, and he pressed her against the wall by the elevator.

Her body pressed against his, everywhere a tangle of flesh. Even drunk, Wen Man dared not move an inch, knowing that at this moment the man couldn't stand any provocation.

She glared at him, her eyes blazing: "Ho Shaoting, you're going to force me"

Ho Shao-ting almost didn't know what to do with her. He had never met such a difficult little girl to appease.

These days, he hasn't been without thoughts of giving up.

Yet, he had tasted her tenderness.

He wants to let go but can't.

"How could I bear it" he murmured, his high nose lightly brushing hers, his body pressing closer to hers, teasing her with practiced skill.

He has done it with her many times, and knows best what she likes.

Wen Man felt both shy and angry.

She turned her face away: "Mr. Huo, please behave yourself."

Huo Shaoting looked at her profile, her face was pale with a hint of blush, and her eyes were moist and exceptionally bright.

He didn't realize how much he missed her until days had passed without seeing her.

Ho Shao-ting has always been measured in his actions. In a place like the elevator lobby on the first floor, it would be impossible for him to entangle himself with a woman and give people something to talk about...

But now he just couldn't help himself.

He wanted to kiss her...

Wen Man's chin was pinched, her body held captive by him. Huo Shaoting kissed her so deeply she could barely breathe....

Wen Man resisted strongly.

She doesn't want, she won't!

She struggled violently, struggling blindly...Her slender fingers touched something hard above, it was a fresco.

Wen Man, without thinking, forcefully tore it down and smashed it onto Huo Shao Ting's head.

The thing wasn't heavy, but the edge was sharp metal, it cut his forehead in an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere...

He Shao-ting ignored the wound on his forehead, he just pressed against Wen Man, his gaze deep.

There was still a hint of desire in his eyes.

Wen Man was so scared that she sobered up.

The weapon in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he, fearing retaliation, stammered, "I didn't mean to."

Ho Shaoting did not speak.

Wen Man bit her lip: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, just bandage it at home."

"Ho Shao-ting, you should go to the hospital!"

……

Ho Shao-ting's eyes were intense.

His fingers gently grazed her delicate cheek: "Wen Man, you dare not go in with me Afraid of being sentimental or afraid of what I'll do to you again"

"Rest assured, I can't do anything like this now!"

Wen Man hesitated for a moment.

He let go of her, appearing quite indifferent.

"Intentional injury, at least one year in prison!"

Wen Man was furious.

He's so despicable and shameless!

Ho Shao-ting gently wiped away the blood, smiling with a hint of roguishness: "Or would you tell the judge that because I was harassing you and wanted to have relations with you, you hurt me"

Wen Man's face was tightly clenched.

For a moment, she pressed the elevator button, a silent concession.

Huo Shaoting covered the wound with a tissue and walked into the elevator with her. As the elevator went up, he suddenly spoke: "Wen Man, I have no regrets!"

Wen Man ignored him.

She looked up at the red numbers, her voice firm: " Huo Shaoting, this doesn't change anything!"

She made her decision and wouldn't change it easily.

Ho Shao-ting didn't speak again.

Arrived at the apartment.

He Shao-ting sat on the sofa, his tall frame seeming heavy after being injured.

Wen Man silently took the medicine box and placed it in front of him.

"Can you bandage yourself"

He stared at her pale face, silent for a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice: "I've bled so much, you don't feel any pity"

Wen Man smiled.

She didn't say anything, she just took out antiseptic, gauze and ointment from the medicine box.

His injury was on his temple, a scrape the size of a coin.

Fortunately, it's not deep.

Wen Man took a medical cotton swab dipped in antiseptic alcohol and dabbed it on his wound.

Ho Shao-ting was in excruciating pain, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry out.

At such a time, it would be embarrassing for a man to cry out.

He would only make emotionally unrestrained sounds when he was with her, and Wen Man felt a particular sensation every time she heard them...

Having thought of those things, Huo Shaoting’s eyes deepened.

His palm gently clasped hers, his voice a raspy whisper: "Wen Man, we've been on this sofa."

Wen Man showed him no mercy.

She said lightly, "You can still bring other women back here in the future. Not just the sofa, but there are many more places that can stimulate Mr. Huo."

He frowned: "I've never brought anyone back here before."

Wen Man lowered her eyes and smiled.

He probably hasn't brought a woman home before, this apartment besides her having slept in it is spotless.

But, in Ho Shaoting's heart, there was also a house.

On that solitary island, there was only Joan.

Wen Man didn't say much, after all, they had broken up, and it was pointless to talk about these things.

She finished bandaging him and said, "If it gets infected tomorrow, you'll have to go to the hospital."

She washed her hands and was ready to leave.

He grasped her arm.

Don't go!

He embraced her from behind, "Wen Man, stay with me."

Wen Man's body stiffened slightly.

She gently pulled away from him: "Ho Shaoting, I made it clear, we're over."

"I'm hungry, make me a bowl of noodles!"

Wen Man took out her phone: "I'll order takeout for you."

Ho Shaoting swatted her phone away. "You're letting the injured person eat takeout Besides, I don't know how my head wound is doing, maybe something will happen at night. Teacher Wen, if something happens to me, you'll be hard pressed to escape blame."

These are all just little tricks men play.

Wen Man knew, but she also knew that what he said was partly true.

She didn't care about him.

If he were to play a trick, concoct a scheme, turning a minor injury into a serious one and holding her responsible, what would she do

Wen Man thought about it and decided not to insist on leaving.

She picked up her phone, switched to the camera, and took a picture of Huo Shaoting.

What are you doing

"Take pictures as evidence to avoid disputes later."

……

Ho Shao-ting was furious.

Wen Man put her phone away and softly said, "Tonight, it doesn't mean anything!"

He didn't speak; he simply walked to the balcony and gazed out at the city lights.

Wen Man looked at his back, at that aged piano, her eyes welling with a faint mist.

She had always been given enormous surprises by him, and always been treated with love...

But, it's just love.

Huo Shaoting turned his head and saw the trace of melancholy in Wen Man's eyes that she couldn't hide in time.He gave a light smile. "Considering how hard you've been working today, I should help you out! But Dingcheng, you don't know the upper circles of City B. Sure, everyone plays together, but their ident...