Water droplets trickled down his strong chest muscles to his waist and abdomen. His bathrobe wasn't tied too tightly; it was deliberately loose, revealing a few attractive abdominal muscles.
"Lu Zhiwei, do you have to be so cold and heartless to me?" Shen Jinmo glanced at the bouquet of flowers that had already gone into the trash can, his expression tense.
"I learned it from you." Lu Zhiwei finished throwing away the flowers and prepared to go inside.
"What exactly do you want from me?" Shen Jinmo limped over to her side, braced himself against the door frame with one hand, and forced her into a corner.
His tall figure appeared even more imposing in this old house.
Lu Zhiwei's back was pressed against the wall, her face turned away, covered with a layer of frost, and she didn't even have the desire to look up at him.
"Actually, I don't like baby's breath."
Shen Jinmo's deep eyes flickered: "Our house used to be full of baby's breath, and you're telling me you didn't like it?"
He really couldn't understand this woman.
Perhaps, from beginning to end, he never understood it.
A refreshing breath wafted onto her face, carrying the faint scent of shower gel.
Lu Zhiwei looked up and met his deep black pupils.
"The meaning of pink baby's breath is love that is willing to play a supporting role. I put a bunch of baby's breath in my house every day to remind myself that I am a supporting role, a supporting role between you and Xia Wanying."
Shen Jinmo's pupils suddenly split open.
She used baby's breath to constantly remind herself of her identity.
For her, this flower was undoubtedly ironic.
He, however, presumptuously presented her with sarcasm.
Shen Jinmo clenched his fists against the wall, lowered his head, and bit his lip in frustration.
He always wanted to make amends to her and change her opinion of him.
But I messed it up every time.
Lu Zhiwei pushed aside Shen Jinmo, who was blocking the doorway, and opened the door.
"Stop your self-righteous flattery, Shen Jinmo. Our relationship didn't just end because of Xia Wanying. The real reason is that we were simply not compatible."
After saying that, Lu Zhiwei slammed the door shut.
Shen Jinmo leaned against the door frame, gradually withdrawing his outstretched hand.
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