When Lu Hao came to me with the remains of his cell phone, I was about to kick off my slippers and put on my shoes and run away.
He smiled at me, his smile was gentle and pleasant, "Good boy, tell me, why did you smash my phone?"
I immediately responded quickly: "Because I saw another woman texting you and calling you sweetheart."
Lu Hao immediately grabbed my waist, "Don't think I don't know that you recently used my phone to read romance novels without deleting the web browsing history. Shi Yuman, you are so brave."
I shook my head in a desperate struggle, "You know, I have severe emotional mysophobia."
"I know." He nodded.
"I saw the heroine being forced by the male lead, the thunder from the sky stirring up the earth's fire, the male protagonist being forcibly cuckolded, the sky falling apart in an instant, the yin and yang confusing the wind and clouds, and a fire burning in the chest of the emotional mysophobia patient, creating a new world that was like a prairie fire! And then..."
"Then you got so angry that you smashed my phone?"
"That's right! It really pisses me off!"
Lu Hao was also so angry with me that he ignored me all night.
But what does it matter? I still wrapped myself up in a quilt and slept until dawn with peace of mind.
After today, he will still pay attention to me tomorrow.
To sum up the deeds of a severe emotional mysophobia patient who coexisted with collapse and glory, I smashed two of Lu Hao's mobile phones, scrapped three of my own Noah's movies, and tore up several paper novels.
But thankfully, I haven't torn Lu Hao to pieces, nor have I torn myself apart.