Yu Xiaorou ripped up the agreement, threw it into the trash bin, and then playfully asked, "Yishuo, have you had breakfast yet? I can ask Sister Rong to prepare breakfast for you!"
The man remained silent, his aura chilly and intimidating. Yu Xiaorou looked at his retreating figure, hairs standing on end from the cold.
After a while, the man turned around.
Yu Xiaorou immediately felt a shiver run down her spine due to the sudden tension. She tensed her muscles, locked eyes with the man's icy, intimidating gaze. His eyes were as sharp and alert as that of a hawk, his eyebrows and eyes as dazzlingly bright as stars. He had a chiseled nose and thin, light-colored lips that had a sexy appeal.
His features, exquisitely handsome, were as if they had been carved out by the supernatural. His aura emanated a sense of nobility and grace. He was a man whose stunning looks could captivate the world, more beautiful than women and more masculine than men.
Wherever he appeared, people and things around him seemed to fade into the background, serving merely as a backdrop to his existence.
The only flaw was that this man had autism since he was young, and Yu Xiaorou was always nervous when she was alone with him.
Looking into the man's icy eyes, swallowing nervously, her fingers trembling slightly, she asked, "Would you like to have breakfast with me?"
Li Yishuo's sharp gaze fell on the trash bin, his voice cold as he asked, "Did you tear up the agreement?"
Yu Xiaorou gave a non-genuine smile, dishonestly replied, "Yes, we're fine, there's no need to divorce."
Li Yishuo looked deep into her eyes with an impenetrable gaze for a few seconds. Suddenly, he stepped away without a word, brushing past Yu Xiaorou. A wave of coldness swept over her, causing her to shiver in fear.
Her heart pounded with anxious dread. Yu Xiaorou took deep breaths to calm herself. Finally, this mysterious and terrifying man had left. He came for a few hours, met her for a few minutes, spoke two sentences, and thus, their third meeting after their marriage was over just like that.
Since then, Yu Xiaorou didn't see this man for more than a month.
Then one evening, Yu Xiaorou, weary from work, returned home. As soon as she entered, Sister Rong came frantically running to her, panting, "Madam, Madam... Sir... He's back."
"Hmm?" What was the matter this time? Yu Xiaorou nervously glanced towards the living room, "Where is he?"
"Mister... he... he went to the room." Sister Rong was too nervous to even speak properly.
He actually went to the room? Yu Xiaorou hurriedly took off her high heels, put on slippers, tossed the bag in her hand to Sister Rong, and hurriedly ran to the second floor.
Rushing to the second floor, Yu Xiaorou standing at the room door hesitated. It had been more than half a year, why would this man suddenly go to their bridal chamber?
After a moment, Yu Xiaorou did not knock on the door, slowly she pushed it open, and covertly peeked into the room.
Suddenly, a shockingly sight greeted Yu Xiaorou's eyes, she was startled, covering her mouth with her hand for fear the surprise would slip out as a scream.
The man just took off his white shirt with his back facing the door, his firm bare back had three ferocious crisscross scars. They resembled the brown vines, or ancient dried snakes, giving people goosebumps.
Such a perfect man, with such a horrifying scar on his body, Yu Xiaorou took a step back in fear, causing the door to make a noise.
Yu Xiaorou was stunned, a moment later the door was pulled open, she looked up in fright, and met the man's cold eyes.
"You... why... are... are you back?" Yu Xiaorou was so panicked, it felt like she could bite off her own tongue.