Leng Sichen stood there motionless, letting her punch and kick him as if she'd gone mad.
He wished she would provoke him, but she completely ignored him, trying to sever any ties between them.
In the afternoon, seeing her and Yan Zihua in such a close moment, he had made up his mind not to care about her no matter what happened, but in the end, Zheng Chuanfeng drove him out of control.
No matter how Xia Yuxun hit or scolded him, Leng Sichen didn't fight back or say a word. He just stood there like a tower, making it seem like she was the one being unreasonable...
Finally, Xia Yuxun gradually quieted down, panting and with her hair a bit disheveled.
"Feeling better?" Leng Sichen smoothed her hair, painfully and helplessly pulling her into his arms, resting his chin on her forehead, as if she was a child throwing a tantrum.
"Let me go." She was brimming with rejection.
Reluctantly, Leng Sichen let her go, withdrawing from that brief moment of intimacy.
