"Hao..."

She called Mo Junhao's name in an almost seductive and provocative voice. When she was gradually entering into the fiery emotion, what surprised her was that Mo Junhao's hand that placed her on his chest ruthlessly slipped away from his.

He took it away from his chest and the person had already stood up from his seat.

The smile that originally appeared on his face no longer existed, replaced by cruel alienation and indifference.

"Sorry, from this moment on, you are no longer."

He spoke in such a casual tone, even if he was announcing cruel news, at least it was cruel to Han Zhiwei.

You say you're sorry, but are you really sorry? I'm afraid even Mo Junhao himself may not believe this.

When Han Zhiwei heard what he said, a look of disbelief appeared in her eyes. She followed him and stood up from the sofa. She walked to Mo Junhao, looked at him, and asked:

"Hao, do you want to break up with me?"

She never thought that she would be dumped by a man today, and it had not lasted more than a day since they met.

Mo Junhao's thin lips curled up, looking so heart-warming and soft under the dim light. Even though his eyes were frighteningly cold, his words were always so ruthless.

But the next second, his soft gaze turned into a sinister one. He reached out and lifted Han Zhiwei's chin with his long fingertips. His hand slowly slid across her chin, and his handsome face with deep outlines stepped closer to Han Zhiwei.

Wei, he almost kissed her ambiguously.

Because of his move, the hope that had been extinguished in Han Zhiwei's eyes was rekindled again. Just when she was happy, she saw a cruel and ironic smile on Mo Junhao's lips again:

"Breaking up? Don't get me wrong, I have never acknowledged you, so how can it be considered a breakup?"

"Hao..."

Such words that sounded casual but extremely cruel came from Mo Junhao's mouth, which almost trampled the listener's self-esteem without reservation. Han Zhiwei looked at Mo Junhao in disbelief, her eyes sparkling.

The next second, Mo Junhao took back the hand that was resting on her chin, put his hands in his pockets, lifted his feet and was about to leave, but Han Zhiwei was hugged from behind:

"Hao, did I do something wrong? Tell me, you sentenced me to death for no reason. I am not willing to accept it. Tell me the reason. Did I do something to make you unhappy?

"

Her words were filled with heart-wrenching sobs. Even a man could not bear to hear her cry so sadly, but she could not arouse the slightest pity from Mo Junhao.

The sarcasm in his eyes was even stronger than before.

A passionate woman never knows that many things in this world are without reason, especially Mo Junhao, who never needs any reason to do things, especially for a woman who is just a bed partner to him.

He doesn't need to give any reason.

Even if there is, then——

He's tired of her! It's that simple.

His blue eyes narrowed, and a look of impatience flashed in his eyes. He reached out and cruelly removed the hand wrapped around his waist. He turned around and leaned down to look at Han Zhiwei, who did not attract him in the slightest.
Chapter completed!