Peng Sicheng had swallowed his pride to beg Qi Liya to get back with him.
Unfortunately for him, he had forgotten that time and distance were sometimes enough to cool the flames of love.
Qi Liya did not want him to touch her. She struggled fiercely to push him away. "Let go of me, Peng Sicheng! It's over. I'm not foolish enough to give you another chance to hurt me. Let me go!"
"Liya, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong."
Right after his apology, Peng Sicheng lowered his face towards hers. He was trying to kiss her again.
"Peng Sicheng! You're out of your mind!"
The smell of alcohol enveloped her. Qi Liya whipped her head to the side to dodge Peng Sicheng's incoming face. She slapped and pummeled him with her hands, but Peng Sicheng pushed her up against the door. His behavior towards her was becoming increasingly inappropriate.