NABC Chapter 533: He Tore Open Her T-shirt
Chapter 533: He Tore Open Her T-shirt
But before she could take a few steps, the phone rang again, and she had to return to answer it: "Hello?""Wen Duoduo, why did you turn off your phone? Hurry up and turn it on. My cordless phone is out of battery, and I won’t be able to reach you in a bit."
Once again, it was Lu Jinyan.
Wen Duoduo was scolded fiercely by him and felt utterly upset.
"If you can’t reach me, you can’t reach me. Why do you keep bothering me? You’re so busy, what do you need from me? Besides, I’ve taken leave. Don’t call and disturb me anymore..."
Before she could finish speaking, the cordless phone actually ran out of power and automatically shut down.
Wen Duoduo raised her brows gleefully and said, "Well, now it’s finally quiet."
She hummed a little tune, thinking she wouldn’t have to deal with Lu Jinyan’s shouting anymore, but unexpectedly, within ten seconds, she heard the ’beep beep’ sound from the apartment door.
She stopped abruptly in astonishment and turned her head towards the entrance in confusion.
The door had unexpectedly been opened by someone.
And Lu Jinyan stormed in angrily.
Wen Duoduo couldn’t help but frown, thinking did he actually come back?
She furrowed her brows and said, "What are you doing back here? Didn’t I just say, I’m fine, you don’t need to..."
The man came in with a face full of anger, striding quickly towards her, his expression was so ugly it startled Wen Duoduo.
"Why, why, why are you looking at me like that? I, I’m not, not, not owing you anything, and also, I’m injured, you’re not allowed to mess around!"
She pretended to glare at him angrily, but standing before the tall and sturdy Lu Jinyan, her momentum was clearly overshadowed.
He was over six feet tall; just standing in front of her was enough to intimidate the thin and delicate Wen Duoduo.
Lu Jinyan didn’t lose his temper; instead, he suddenly reached out and grabbed one of her arms.
"Hey, you..." Before she could finish, she was suddenly turned around by him.
Lu Jinyan had been looking for her all day; she refused to answer the phone, worried something might have happened to her at home, so he decided to go back to the apartment to see what was going on.
She didn’t reply to texts nor answer calls; though he should be the one angry, she was the one repeatedly challenging his patience.
Later, he suddenly remembered there was a cordless phone lying in the corner of the apartment for ages.
So he tried calling her there.
Fortunately, she answered.
But her words were confrontational, completely oblivious to her fault, which nearly drove him to rage.
As he looked down, his gaze fixed on her left shoulder blade on her back, where noticeable streaks of blood had seeped out.
Damn woman, not picking up her phone, look, the wound’s torn open!
In the next instant, without explanation, he directly tore open the T-shirt she was wearing.
Rip—
The sudden and sharp sound startled Wen Duoduo with a jolt.
Realizing what he had done, her cheeks flushed red.
She instantly exploded, instinctively covering her chest with both hands, angrily shouting, "Lu Jinyan, what are you doing?!"
"Shut up! Your wound is torn and needs treatment!"
"..."
No wonder her back hurt so badly.
"Lie face down on the sofa!" Lu Jinyan ordered, his face full of anger, staring at the back of Wen Duoduo’s head.
Wen Duoduo stared at the angry and narrow eyes in front of her, her brow furrowing more tightly: "Why are you being so harsh? I..."
She had just spoken a few words and didn’t dare to continue making a sound.