When Tao Yaoyao returned to the living room from the bedroom, Yang Xiaoran was sitting on the sofa, next to his little poodle.
With a cold face, he scolded the little poodle, “Why are you whimpering? I’m the one who has become single. So what? Even if Yaoyao doesn’t love me anymore and I got dumped, it doesn’t matter. I’m the person who loves her the most in this world. I’ll wait. One day, she will understand that I am the one who loves her the most and suits her the best.”
Tao Yaoyao glanced at Yang Xiaoran. “Yang Xiaoran, can you stop your lecturing?”
Yang Xiaoran snorted at Tao Yaoyao. “Tao Yaoyao, how can you be so indifferent to me now?”
Tao Yaoyao frowned and asked, “Have I ever been enthusiastic toward you?”
“Tao Yaoyao, I like you so much, and you actually…just now…” Yang Xiaoran whined. Then he scratched at his mouth and cried hysterically as he shouted at Tao Yaoyao, “You make me so angry. That person must have drugged you and bewitched you…”
Tao Yaoyao glanced at him impatiently. Originally, she’d wanted to tell him that his imagination was too wild. However, then she thought about it and realized that if that thought made him more comfortable, then she would let him think whatever he wanted. Therefore, she smiled and said, “You’re right!”
Yang Xiaoran was livid with anger. He looked at his little poodle, curled his lips, and said, “Little poodle, you can’t follow her example and have wandering eyes. As if having me isn’t enough, she lusts after another man.”
Tao Yaoyao glared at him fiercely. “I had nothing to do with you. Don’t make me sound so degenerate, okay? Yang Tangseng!”
Yang Xiaoran answered shamelessly, “My words aren’t as scathing as yours. No matter what you’re like, I will still like you.”
“Psycho!”
“Yes, yes, I’m a psycho, so cure me.”
Feeling a little impatient, Tao Yaoyao’s eyes narrowed. “Either quietly sleep on the sofa or get out! You can choose yourself.”
Yang Xiaoran looked at Tao Yaoyao and said firmly: “I won’t get out. I’ll sleep on the sofa. Yaoyao, I won’t give up on you. One day, you will be moved by my actions and then promise to be my wife.”
Tao Yaoyao said weakly, “I think you might be really sick, and your sickness isn’t mild, so you need to be cured.”
“Yep! You’re right! I have a disease called love.” Yang Xiaoran looked at Tao Yaoyao affectionately as he answered her with a smile.
“Nonsense!” Tao Yaoyao’s eyes swept him coldly, and she turned to go back to her bedroom. “Don’t give up on treatment.”
“Hey!” Yang Xiaoran giggled, but didn’t reply. There was deep bitterness hidden beneath his giggle. “Yaoyao, oh Yaoyao, one day I will move your heart.”
Tao Yaoyao brought a quilt for Yang Xiaoran, then paid no further attention to him, and went back to her bedroom.
With wet hair on his forehead that made his already perfect facial features appear even more strikingly handsome, Feng Zhuo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. With only the white bathrobe on and a belt around his waist, he exposed his sexy collarbone. His entire body exuded a lazy and charming aura.
Her eyes mesmerized by the sight, Tao Yaoyao was enraptured by his beauty once again.
“Why are you in such a daze?” Feng Zhuo walked over and bent down. He came closer to Tao Yaoyao little by little. His voice was getting lower and lower as he said, “Do you want to touch me?”
Tao Yaoyao snapped back to reality. Her face flushed, and she turned her head away. “No way!” But she sheepishly gulped.
Feng Zhuo, who was standing beside her, said deviously, “I wouldn’t let you touch me even if you wanted to.”