I Won't Be Your Mistress

"I have to go now." Lu Yi withdrew his hand and shoved it into his pocket. He wanted to say something else, but could not bring himself to say it.

He was not the talkative type—he was a man of action, the kind of person who would rather do things than talk about it.

"Okay." Yan Huan kicked the leg of the table again, feeling the dull pain in her toes. She was trying to use the external pain as a cover for what she was feeling inside.

Lu Yi turned and walked to the door. Just as he was about to step over the threshold, Yan Huan abruptly got to her feet.

"Lu Yi…"

"What is it?" Lu Yi stopped, but did not turn around.