novelraw Chapter 331: This Man, Once Belonged to Me 2
Chapter 331: This Man, Once Belonged to Me 2
Chapter 331: Chapter 331: This Man, Once Belonged to Me 2
Glancing down at the soundly sleeping Ning Xixi, Ji Yebai gently lifted her in his arms and placed her on the bed in the bedroom.
"Goodnight, wait for me to come back."
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Miankong Bar.
It was deep into the night.
The resident singer strummed the guitar, humming a melancholic folk song. Groups of two or three sipped their drinks now and then.
As soon as Ji Yebai walked into the bar, Xiao Xichen anxiously approached him with a weak confession, "Bro Ji, actually, I didn’t go through a breakup..."
"I know."
"Huh?" Xiao Xichen looked surprised, "How did you know I was lying to you?"
Ji Yebai smiled, "How could a dog possibly suffer from a broken heart?"
"I’m not a dog!!"
"Isn’t being single just like being a dog?" Ji Yebai’s merciless retort almost made Xiao Xichen spit blood, and he calmly twisted the knife further, "Do you know the feeling of holding your wife’s hand? Do you know what it’s like to kiss your wife?"
Xiao Xichen teared up, see, this is what happens when you have a loose tongue!
"Alright, Bro Ji, I know you’re not happy, but I’m really helpless here, the girl came to me herself, nearly kneeling down, I really had no other choice..."
Before he finished speaking, a gentle female voice rang out, "Don’t blame him, it was me who forced him to invite you here."
Ji Yebai turned his head, with the bar lights casting on his stunning face, his thin lips curled into an ambiguous smile, his gaze fell upon her, instantly turning cold.
Chilling to the bone.
"Long time no see." Dressed charmingly with long hair reaching her waist, Dong Yingluo parted her lips with a sweet, just right smile.
Ji Yebai raised his eyebrows, emitting a detached "hmm", his entire person radiating a carefree and disheveled air.
Dong Yingluo secretly clenched her fists, was he using his attitude to tell her that she no longer mattered to him?
"I thought you’d at least reply with a ’long time no see.’" Dong Yingluo said with a bitter smile.
Ji Yebai walked past her, directly choosing a spot in front of the bar to sit down. Dong Yingluo bit her lip and followed him.
"A glass of ice water," he said indifferently, "Order whatever you want for yourself."
"The same as you."
The bartender quickly brought over two glasses of water, ice cubes bobbing in the transparent cups, mirroring Dong Yingluo’s turbulent emotions at the moment.
Ji Yebai picked up his glass and took a sip, speaking coldly, "Have something to say to me?"
Instead of answering directly, Dong Yingluo responded with a question, "You don’t drink alcohol anymore?"
"She doesn’t like it."
Four simple words, instantly rendering Dong Yingluo speechless.
She took a sip of water, the coldness stinging her throat, "It seems you care a lot about her."
"My woman, of course I care."
"..." Dong Yingluo nearly dropped her glass, forcing herself to speak, "I’m reporting to Muying tomorrow, I’ll also be representing the school in a tennis competition."
"Congratulations."
Dong Yingluo couldn’t hold back, "Why are you acting so distant towards me?"
Ji Yebai looked at her as if he’d heard a joke, glancing at her askance, "I have a girlfriend now. Of course, I’ll keep my distance from other women."
Coincidentally, the singer in the bar crooned these lyrics at that moment:
A toast to the past, no turning back even with love.
Dong Yingluo murmured, "You’re not willing to turn back, are you?"
"Whether you love or not is your own wishful thinking, but me?" Ji Yebai’s eyes filled with pity as he looked at her, "What exactly gave you the illusion that I would love you? Or that I ever loved you?"