Chapter 612

Lu Jinnian was not prepared, he had never expected to see Qiao Anhao sitting in his room . He froze, his fingers no longer unbuttoning his shirt .

This was the first time Qiao Anhao had dared to enter someone else's room without permission . She was jittery and anxious . With her clear black eyes wide-open, she stared straight at Lu Jinnian for a while before heading towards him . "Lu Jinnian, I'm sorry for disturbing you . "

Lu Jinnian remained silent, his gaze never leaving Qiao Anhao as she approached, his mind in a daze . It was as if he was dreaming .

When she was about half a meter away from him, she lifted her head . Her heart thumped frantically, as though it was about to jump out of her throat . "Lu Jinnian, can we talk?"

Her words seemed to be a dagger, striking deep into his heart . His face paled .

Once he had sent a text to her with a similar meaning, [Lets have a good talk during dinner . ]

But that day, he waited the entire night . He had even humbled himself and thrown his pride, but only to be met with disappointment .

Lets have a talk . . . She did not give him an opportunity to do so, sentencing him to death instantly .

His hands started to tremble, and due to the intensity, the button on his shirt was yanked off, falling onto the ground with a clear "ding" . Lu Jinnian snapped back to his senses, a distant look clouding his eyes as he stared at her coldly, sucking all the warmth from the room . After about half a minute, he spoke in an emotionless voice . "I think there's nothing to talk about between the two of us . "

Without any emotion, he diverted his gaze away from her face . Moving his hands down to the next button, he continued to unfasten his shirt as he walked casually to the bathroom . Just when he was about to enter it, he turned abruptly to look at Qiao Anhao . He stiffened slightly before adding coldly, "I don't care how you entered today, but I hope that I won't see you when I'm out, or I won't hesitate to call the police . "

Turning, he entered the bathroom .

Anxiously, Qiao Anhao reached out for his shirt .

Lu Jinnian tensed, and his lips clenched tightly . He lowered his head to stare at her white, slender hands . Confusion and a mixture of other emotions clouded his eyes, but he still commanded her in a sharp tone, "Let go!"

Qiao Anhao lowered her head instantly, her fingers trembling . She was visibly frightened by his tone . But she tightened her grip on his shirt, even if from anxiety, her palms were starting to sweat . "Lu Jinnian, I know that you're angry, but could you give me some time? Let me finish what I want to say . . . "

"I'm not interested!" he interrupted irritably . With the other hand, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her hands off .