Bab 320: Fourth World: Cold War

It had been an entire week already since Qie Ranzhe got caught with his pants down but he hadn't even got the chance to explain himself to Su Xin. He didn't know why he cared so much about this but one thing was for sure. With each passing second that he was misunderstood by Su Xin, he felt like he was losing a part of himself. Su Xin had treated him like air this entire week.

Qie Ranzhe slumped into a garden chaise dressed in a pair of shorts and a half-buttoned shirt. With one leg outstretched on the chaise and the other bent, Qie Ranzhe exuded a picturesque atmosphere straight out of the world's sexiest men magazine.

The maid brought over an ice-cold beer and she was about to pour it into a glass when Qie Ranzhe refused taking the bottle directly. During this exchange, Qie Ranzhe didn't take his eyes from the maze right opposite him. He normally didn't do such things as sitting idly on the patio for no reason but today it was different.