Sheng Youxia didn't know what kind of misfortune she had created.
She knew it in her heart, so why did he insist on saying it out loud?
Her eyes felt sour, and her heart was just as sour. Sheng Youxia's vision blurred as the sound of heavy breathing beside her ear seemed to signal he had fallen asleep.
Her teeth were practically fighting each other as she spoke with a broken, raspy voice.
"Don't worry, I won't love you anymore."
Fu Shilv twisted his body, his head throbbing with pain, and propped himself up to look at her, "What did you say?"
Sheng Youxia simply sat up too, her bright and delicate face coming close to his. "I said you're blind and heartless. You're a bastard."
The breath he exhaled was scorching, "My throat's a bit dry."
"I'm not serving you anymore. Go find your little blind girl."
Sheng Youxia lay back down on the bed, but Fu Shilv pulled her shoulder over, his hands pinching the area around her collarbone, and leaned in close.