Finally, the clock struck one in the morning, transitioning from midnight!
Ziyan moved, sitting up, and Xiaobao moved too, standing up.
Xiaobao spoke first, "I'm heading back."
Ziyan, however, was very angry and shouted, "Stop!"
"What's going on? You can't be asking me to stay the night, can you?" Xiaobao feigned surprise.
Ziyan flipped over to sit on the sofa, breathing heavily, glaring at Xiaobao, inexplicably flustered and angry, "You bastard! Do you enjoy watching me cry? Can't you, as a grown man, comfort me for a bit? Just standing there like an idiot watching, to see me make a fool of myself!"
Xiaobao was stunned by this woman's words, then suddenly flew into a rage himself, "If I wasn't worried you might do something stupid, I'd have left ages ago. You think your crying looks nice? It's ugly as hell!"
After saying this, Xiaobao gave this woman a glare, then opened the door and walked out; it was the freaking middle of the night!
