Han Xi dialed the number, and soon a gentle and refined voice came through the receiver: "Missing me?"
"Li Chenghao, you're crazy. Why are you stalking me?"
Han Xi tried to lower her voice, but every word was spoken through clenched teeth.
"You used to pick out my clothes for me, and you said that I am more suited to wearing dark colors."
Li Chenghao stood in the corner, his enigmatic eyes watched the woman not far away through the white smoke.
"What exactly do you want? We're already broken up, and it's never going to happen."
Han Xi really didn't like this feeling, as if everywhere she went there were eyes watching her, constantly having to be on guard for Li Chenghao suddenly appearing to do something to her.
Li Chenghao flicked the cigarette ash from his fingertips onto the ground, his eyes turning deep: "I want you to be my woman, to wake up in my arms every day."
"Li Chenghao, you bastard."
