Unexpected Harvest (Five) Add More

  That moment of waiting was so long.

  She didn't say a word, and the subtle stir in her heart was expecting something. Li Jiahao sat there with an expressionless face until everyone had waited impatiently, then coldly said, "I refuse."

  His footsteps were stiff and he strode out of the house, leaving everything behind.

  The room was eerily quiet.

  Her mind went blank, and suddenly it was as if everything had been drained away, leaving her with only a belly full of resentment and anger.

  "Li Jiahao!" She rushed out of the door and shouted loudly, but the figure in a white hoodie up ahead disappeared resolutely into the narrow corridor.

  How could he treat her like this? What reason does he have to treat her like this?

  Take a deep breath, forcing back the tears that welled up in her eyes. She raised her hand and flung her high-heeled shoe at Li Jiahao's head with precision. A pained cry escaped his lips as he turned to face her, his eyes blazing with anger.

  "You scoundrel!" she shouted loudly.

  Since that confession, there has been no news from him. Does he know how anxious and entangled she is? He casually dropped the topic and didn't continue, now seeing her face to face without any explanation, and even deliberately embarrassing her in public. With so many emotions added up, no matter how good and strong her mentality is, how can she calmly endure it?

  The yellow light from the ceiling spilled down, illuminating her slightly pale face. His eyes wandered over her, from top to bottom, lingering on the sensual and sweet silk miniskirt inside her windbreaker.

  Damn it.

  His eyebrows furrowed, his voice cold and intimidating, "You're no different."

  "After rejecting me on the spot, you sent a confession message again, but ended up walking together with another man in a short skirt. Du Kewe, you really are deep and hidden."

  His tone was devoid of any emotion, his mouth corners slightly raised, as if narrating a matter that was utterly ordinary.

  However, the two hands hanging beside the pants line had already clenched into fists in anger.

  He thought she wasn't, not that kind of superficial woman, he thought!

  Since the day he received her text message, he has been restless, thinking that it was sent incorrectly, waiting for a response, but there really wasn't any follow-up. When did he ever care so much? Which woman didn't willingly come to his side to fawn over him and get close to him? But it was just this ordinary Du Kewe who actually treated him with respect.

  He didn't let her buy the clothes, but she insisted. She wore them so openly to meet another man. Did she think he was really that generous and liked buying clothes for unrelated women?

  His inner pride and anger converged, long ago crushing his rationality.

  "Yan Rong is not my boyfriend." She said firmly, without a hint of evasion. "That text message was sent by my friend on my behalf, because she saw how entangled I've been these past few days, and couldn't sleep well due to your confession."

  She was as calm as a sheet of white paper, standing quietly there, simply explaining away all the misunderstandings.

  "Anyway, I just don't want you to misunderstand me."

  She wasn't afraid of Jiao Yuhua splashing her with coffee, nor was she afraid of what others thought of her. But she didn't want him to misunderstand. Because from his eyes, she saw anger and unease. She wasn't that foolish, she knew why.

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  Today I'm taking an inorganic materials exam, hope I don't fail T0T