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"I’m not crazy, and I’m not the Freckled Girl. Don’t think you’re something special just because you’re rich." Under the influence of alcohol, Guoguo had forgotten what fear was, what it meant to be reckless, and slapped Murong Xiuxian.
Not long ago, Guoguo had slapped her on the right cheek, and the imprint was still faintly visible. Now Guoguo had slapped him on the left cheek, leaving a clear mark.
Murong Xiuxian covered his stinging left cheek with his left hand, glaring at Guoguo. Even if he had been hit by Guoguo, it wouldn’t ease his anger!
"Your drinking manners are really terrible!" Murong Xiuxian kicked over the table next to Guoguo.
Then he took a bill out of his pocket and placed it on another table. Ignoring Guoguo's struggles, he picked her up in a horizontal hold and strode out of the restaurant.
The vast night sky was cloudless, filled with diamond-like stars. If one looked up, they would surely be mesmerized by the deep blue expanse of the night sky, unable to tear their eyes away.
Outside the restaurant, Guoguo pounded her fists against Murong Xiuxian's chest, shouting arrogantly, "You stinky Rogue, what are you so proud of? My apology isn’t worth anything? I’ll bite you to death!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Guoguo opened her mouth and bit down hard on Murong Xiuxian's shoulder.
Carrying Guoguo toward the restaurant parking lot, Murong Xiuxian let out a muffled grunt.
"You crazy woman, dare to bite me again and see what happens!" At that moment, Murong Xiuxian wanted nothing more than to throw Guoguo onto the road, but he didn’t do it.
Just as Murong Xiuxian finished speaking, Guoguo vomited; the Pasta she had eaten came back up all over Murong Xiuxian's silver designer suit: "Ugh... ugh..."
Looking down at the mess on his clothes, Murong Xiuxian felt his stomach churn: "Damn it, this stinks!"
Guoguo, who had just vomited, drowsily closed his eyes, seemingly falling asleep.
There was still residue from the vomit at the corner of his mouth.
The next day, the sun slowly broke through the clouds, revealing a face that had already turned red from swelling, like a shy girl peeking at the earth.
A gentle summer breeze dispersed the mist, and warm sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting speckles of golden light on the ground.
Some say spring is too extravagant, autumn too desolate, and winter too lonely; only summer is vibrant and colorful.
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