บท 1293: Social Gathering

Qiao Yanze's eyes darkened when he saw Cen Xi drawing back her hand and held her hand again, putting it back under the cold water. Cen Xi struggled for a while, but was unable to break away.

"Wait here, I'll get the ointment."

Cen Xi pursed her lips and looked at his back. "There's no need to. Young Master Qiao, I have already made myself clear that time. If you are just interested in me and only want to continue that previous relationship in bed, I'm sorry. Please forgive me for not being able to keep you company."

Qiao Yanze looked at the woman's cold and stubborn face and he frowned, his voice cold. "Cen Xi!"

Instead of looking at Qiao Yanze, Cen Xi went past him quickly, leaving the villa with quick steps.

Qiao Yanze punched the wall.

Christ, she left just like that!