Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qi Yan answered shamelessly.
After that, he let go of the cup and moved towards the balcony.
Tan Bengbeng sat at the dining table stunned. She couldn’t understand what was up with him.
She watched him leave and had a feeling that he was angry.
Angry with who?
Her?
Just because she said that she didn’t like him? But, he said that there was no lying. She was just speaking the truth.
Till Tan Bengbeng finished her food and cleaned the table, she still did not understand what was wrong with speaking the truth.
The end conclusion was that Qi Yan just had a terrible temper
When she came out from the kitchen and walked into the living room. The wheelchair that was on the balcony had disappeared.
Has he gone out?
Tan Bengbeng looked around the living room and did not see him.
She thought about it and did not bother to look for him. She went back to her own room instead.
She had not slept well the last two nights. Since she still had time, she wanted to go to the room to nap.
Tan Bengbeng pushed open the door open and locked it.
Thinking that Qi Yan may have the keys to her room.
She bit her lip and moved the sofa over to block the door.
The sofa was very heavy, even for a normal guy, it would be difficult to lift the sofa up.
There was no way Qi Yan could come in with a wheelchair.
This way, she could sleep peacefully.
Tan Bengbeng moved the sofa in place, she cleaned the dust off her hands and turned towards the bed in her room.
She looked up and saw him lying lazily on her bed and looking at her with ridicule. Tan Bengbeng froze on the spot.
She opened her mouth and wanted to ask what he was doing in her room, on her bed.
Then, she thought about it. The entire house was his, it was okay for him to sleep anywhere.
It was just that… he saw her moving the sofa to block the door.
He hadn’t made a sound the whole time.
“I belittled you, you are strong. I shouldn’t have asked you what kind of person you like. I should have asked if you had worked on a construction site from a young age. Just that, who are you trying to block by putting the sofa at the door?”
“!!!”
He was asking the obvious. Except for him, who else could it be?
But, she remembered that he wanted to hear the truth, so Tan Bengbeng chose to keep quiet.
When Qi Yan saw her lowering her head, he got out of the bed, into the wheelchair and came towards her.
Tan Bengbeng heard the wheelchair rolling towards her and instinctively wanted to run.
She turned to see the door blocked by the sofa.
What was this?
She had shot herself in the foot…
That night, Tan Bengbeng experienced the most vengeful side of men.
Till she fainted, she still was trying to figure out if he was really crippled or not. Why is it that when they were on the bed, he would have endless energy…
She wanted to reach out for his legs. Before she could touch his legs, her arms were held above her head and a new round had begun.
It continued till she fainted his arms.
As the days passed, Tan Bengbeng realized that Qi Yan was a bit different from what she imagined him to be.
He seemed to be very offhand and laid back, but when she took him to the herb garden. She could see his focused side.
