"No matter what I want, it's something you absolutely can't give me."
Cutting off Li Beicheng's unfinished words coldly, Yan Xiaye raised her hand to point towards the door. "If you leave now, I can still pretend nothing ever happened."
Li Beicheng was slightly stunned, a certain gentleness suddenly appearing on his face. He murmured as if to himself, "Yan Xiaye, you still can't bring yourself to be ruthless with me..."
"Didn't I tell you to stop being self-indulgent?" Yan Xiaye was furious, gritting her teeth as she added, "This has nothing to do with you, I just don't want my father to worry."
The softness in Li Beicheng's eyes disappeared, and he asked unwillingly, "Is that all it is?"
"That's all it is!"
Turning her small face away, unwilling to look at Li Beicheng again, Yan Xiaye impatiently grabbed a throw pillow and tossed it at him. "Get out now!"
