Chen Xu sat there motionless, gazing steadily at Luo Xiyun, feeling a bit dumbfounded. He had thought that after immersing himself in dreams for thirty years, his heart had become as firm as a rock, and nothing could surprise him anymore.
Now, he knew he was wrong.
He had acted out of respect, making no move to force her against her will. But to her, it was as if he was doing it on purpose.
Whenever he tried to take things a step further, wasn't it she who sternly stopped him?
Wasn't it difficult for him to endure? It had been nearly ten years.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Without an explanation, he walked over and lifted her out of the chair.
"What are you doing, don't touch me, mmh—" She struggled violently, but her words were cut off halfway.
Chen Xu held her like that, went straight into the room, and with a bang, shut the door, leaving behind a table of untouched food.
An hour later.
