"Are you satisfied?" Shangguan Jie slammed a pile of calligraphy sheets on Xiao Ting's face and stared at her. His eyes seemed to be filled with blood.
This pile of calligraphy was about two inches thick and very solid. It fell firmly on Xiao Ting's face. She was knocked back a few steps by the huge impact and sat on the ground.
"Do you know that I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood alive!" Shangguan Jie seemed to have endless hatred and overwhelming murderous intent rising in his chest and abdomen. The hatred and murderous intent passed through his throat and squeezed out word by word from between his teeth, turning into this sentence.
These words were like a bayonet, piercing Xiao Ting's heart and stirring it fiercely. There was a red mark on her face and her ears were ringing. She raised her head and looked at Shangguan Jie blankly, her eyes gradually becoming wet.
Papers were flying all over the sky, and on them were Xiao Ting's pastimes written in imitation of Shangguan Jie's notes. At that time, she liked to sit on Shangguan Jie's desk, holding Shangguan Jie's pen, and imitating Shangguan Jie's notes to write something casually. She felt that this way she would be closer to Shangguan Jie.
Shangguan Jie walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Ting's smooth forehead, his lips were pale and bloodless, but the moisture in his eyes did not turn into tears after all.
Concept: How the male protagonist abandons everything step by step and reaches the peak of power.