The moment our lips touched her, there were only three words in my mind - dead.
Shen Moyuan's eyes suddenly opened in the darkness, and a cold light flashed through his eyes that were usually as indifferent as dead water. I didn't even see clearly how he made the move, and my back hit the bookshelf in the study room hard. There was a loud crackling sound, dozens of books fell on me, and then the back of my head hit the solid wood table leg in the corner.
"Hiss—" I gasped and curled up on the ground. The back of my head hurt, and my mouth was full of the taste of rust.
"Get lost."
One word, as cold as being fished out of an ice cellar.
I lay on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth and down my chin to the floor, looking at the man sitting in front of the computer with blurred vision. He didn't even look back, his fingers were still typing on the keyboard. The light from the screen reflected on his face, and the lines on his profile were as cold and hard as a knife. When we were on a blind date a month ago, my mother said that this young man was a programmer, he was honest, he didn't know any sweet words, and he was reliable. At the time, I thought I had found a treasure - I was handsome, had a stable job, and had a cold personality. It's better than being carefree.
