"Yiren! I..." came back.
Lu Ming, with a slightly hoarse voice, had just started to speak, and before he could finish his sentence, Jing Yiren slipped sideways into the bedroom.
Following that, with a soft 'click' as usual, she gently closed the door.
It seemed as if there was no one in front of Jing Yiren, with not even a trace of anger, she just closed the door like that.
"..." Lu Ming was treated like air and left outside the door.
The moment Lu Ming saw Jing Yiren, he felt his blood surging, with a storm raging in his deep eyes.
He couldn't wait to rush forward to embrace her, to kiss her, to tenderly love her...
Yet before these turbulent emotions could erupt, they were extinguished by her indifference, her disregard, her nonchalance, and her unfamiliarity.
Lu Ming had imagined a hundred ways they might reunite, even thought Jing Yiren might slap him twice.
He didn't expect to be ignored like this.
