Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

Xuan Sheng's hand shaking the glass, spilled a little wine.

Xia Wanyuan raised her head and glanced in surprise. Seeing that Xuan Sheng seemed to be in pain, he closed his eyes tightly and frowned tightly.

"Let's go first, Miss Xia, and we'll have a chance to talk later." Xuan Sheng withdrew his hand holding the wine glass, forcefully suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his fingernails were tightly embedded in his flesh to gain some clarity of mind.

Xia Wanyuan got up and left after hearing the words, glanced at Xuan Sheng before leaving, and closed the door for him.

Until Xia Wanyuan's back disappeared at the door, Xuan Sheng finally couldn't hold back, slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and called the assistant, "Come and pick me up with the medicine."

After hanging up the phone, Xuan Sheng sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, only to feel the overwhelming insults coming towards him.

"You wild bastard!"

"Why do not you go to hell!"

"Go away, trash."

The woman he trusted the most, but regarded him as his greatest enemy, and wished that he would disappear from this world immediately.

The despair of being found and beaten in the closet, the pain of being beaten and scolded at will as a tool for discouragement, like maggots attached to bones, aroused the mania in his heart little by little.

Xuan Sheng kicked the table in front of him away, and he didn't seem to feel the blood on his legs.

When Xia Wanyuan opened the door, he saw Xuan Sheng slam his arm against the wall, and there were traces of blood oozing from his clothes.

The whole room was a mess, things were scattered all over the place, and even the tables and chairs were destroyed in a mess.

At this time, Xuan Sheng's mind was not clear enough. When he noticed that someone entered, Xuan Sheng scolded unconsciously, "Go away."

Xia Wanyuan walked in step by step, the sound of high heels hitting the ground was like a fuse, reminding Xuan Sheng of the fear of being dominated by this sound in those years, and the turmoil in his heart spread further.

"I told you to go, don't you understand?!" Xuan Sheng suddenly turned his head, kicked the chair in front of him away, and clenched his fists heavily against the wall, leaving a blood mark.

The sound of high-heeled shoes was still approaching, Xuan Sheng subconsciously had the urge to hit people, and a sullen look flashed in his eyes. He never thought that just as he raised his hand, he was knocked unconscious by a knife in the hand of the person in front of him.

After a long time, the chaotic pain in his mind seemed to dissipate, and he felt a coolness on his face, Xuan Sheng opened his eyes, and a glass of cold water was being poured on his face.

Xuan Sheng raised his head and met Xia Wanyuan's cool eyes.

The cold water dripped into the eyes along the hair, which was extremely uncomfortable. Xuan Sheng wanted to wipe it, but found that his hands were tied behind him.

"Miss Xia?" Xuan Sheng couldn't break free, so he simply leaned on the sofa, looking at Xia Wanyuan with some red blood in his eyes.

"Calm down?" Xia Wanyuan put down the cup and asked rhetorically.

It was only then that Xuan Sheng remembered that he had just suffered from bipolar disorder again. Looking at the mess all over the ground and his own mess, Xuan Sheng clenched his hands and did not speak.

The room suddenly fell silent, and after a while, Xuan Sheng suddenly said, "Am I a terrible person?"

Xia Wanyuan turned her head and glanced at Xuan Sheng, who was very embarrassed at this time.

The precious clothes were crumpled up, with all kinds of wine stains on them, the walls were gray, the wounds on his body were still bleeding, his hair was messy, his head was slightly bowed, and the pair of peach blossom eyes that were always teasing were also lost at this moment. color.

"You are an unfortunate man."