He is a paranoid schizophrenic

  "So you won't come back to me either because of Jun Jian's words?" His voice echoed coldly behind her.

  She suddenly thought of daytime, Jun Jianwen asked her, not willing to say that "good" word, was it because Ye Nanqing, and now, Ye Nanqing is asking her similar questions again.

  Taking a deep breath, she turned around and said, "Yes."

  A simple one-word answer, yet it pierced his eardrum, his face darkened, and his fingers clenched, until his fingernails dug deeply into his palm.

  "So you willingly let him kiss you?"

  Xia Qi was taken aback, then reacted quickly, "Did you see?" From the position where Ye Nanqing's car stopped, it was indeed possible to see the situation between her and Jun Yanshen in the car just now.

  "Whether I am willing or not has nothing to do with you, Mr. Ye." Xia Qi said.

  Irrelevant, irrelevant! These two words, coming from her mouth, were like needles, piercing his every nerve.

  "It doesn't matter, you'll find out if you try!" He said coldly, quickly walking closer to her.

  What does it mean?!

  Xia Qi hadn't reacted yet, when Ye Nan Qing had already walked in front of her again. One hand wrapped around her waist, the other grasped her chin, and he lowered his head to fiercely kiss her lips.

  Unlike Jun Jin's gentle kiss earlier, Ye Nanqing's kiss this time was fierce and violent, as if to prove something, or to punish something.

  Don't... don't be like this!

  She suddenly closed her eyes and bit down...

  Suddenly, a bloody taste filled his mouth. That was... his blood!

  When Ye Nanqing finally ended this kiss, Xia Qi only felt that her tongue and lips had almost no feeling left.

  "Why not bite again?" Under the moonlight, Ye Nanqing's lips curved into a beautiful arc, whispering to ask. His expression was as if he didn't care that his tongue had been bitten by Xia Qi at all.

  Xia Qi stared at Ye Nan Qing, pursing her lips tightly, without making a sound. It turned out that biting one's tongue was not as easy as it was portrayed on TV dramas, and she was trembling all over at this moment.

  He didn't seem to want her answer either, bending down, his face close to hers again, and then using the bloody tip of his tongue to gently lick the silver threads overflowing from the corner of her lips.

  "Xia Qi, you still have feelings for me." he said.

  Her body involuntarily trembled again, did she feel anything? No, no!

  She suddenly turned her head away, avoiding his tongue.

  His face changed color and he lowered his head for the third time...

  Bang!

  Her palm slapped him in the face, and a crisp applause echoed through the night.

  Passersby on one side suddenly turned their heads and looked over here.

  Ye Nanqing tilted his head slightly, like a carved statue, motionless. From childhood to adulthood, there were not many times when he was slapped, and since he was 12 years old, he had never been slapped again.

  But now...the woman he had his heart set on gave him a slap in the face.

  Time seemed to have stood still.

  He half-lowered his eyelids, as if thinking of something, while she panted, feeling only a scorching heat in the palm of her hand.

  After a long time, his hand touched the left cheek, which was where she had hit him just now.

  "It was so painful when you hit me." But he couldn't tell whether it was his face that hurt or his heart that ached more.

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