Huo Yunting did not catch the book that flung at him. The paperback landed with a loud crash on the floor, but neither of them paid it any attention.
Her nose was red, and her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying.
Huo Yunting smiled and spoke more softly, "It's good to learn to entertain yourself. Just do that when I'm not around."
Don't go to Huo Chen again.
Lu Zhaoyang put on her shoes and wanted to leave, but his hand was still on her waist. In the end, she settled for picking up the book and placing on his lap. She said calmly, "Here's your book. Remove your hand, I'm going to get something to eat."
Huo Yunting sensed that she wanted to leave, so he scooped her up to carry her. "If you're hungry, let's eat together."
Lu Zhaoyang could not argue back, so she forced herself to endure the discomfort that came from being physically intimate with him.