Lu Beiyao returned home again in the early hours of the morning. Li Siru hadn't fallen asleep yet when he burst in, the strong smell of alcohol instantly jarring her nerves.
Before Li Siru could react, he pounced on her, gripping her shoulders. "Tell me, is it you who's lying or is it her?"
Li Siru shuddered all over!
"You're already dead, what is there to lie about?" Lu Beiyao's expression was desolate, almost letting go of her shoulder, then suddenly he clenched it tightly again, his eyes filled with unbearable pain. "Why you? Why does it have to be you?"
After he finished, he laughed bitterly, "You like me, don't you? Are you happy seeing me with other women?" He pointed at his clothes, "Today, this woman was very enthusiastic! Why don't you be a little more enthusiastic towards me too? Aren't you fond of me?"
He tugged at her hand, "But no matter how enthusiastic you are, I won't touch you!"
He flung her hand away, collapsing into her embrace.
