When Xijian Liying walked out of the brothel, she felt that her mood had become depressed.
There were already servants carrying a sedan for him, but he kicked the fence hard.
The sedan swayed and fell to one side.
A good sedan chair was kicked into pieces by him again.
"Your Highness, don't be angry. Besides, I don't think that woman just made you angry at all?"
On the side, a handsome young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him, his tone consistent with frivolity.
Xi Jian Liying bit her lower lip. The woman just now really didn't make her angry.
However, I was very angry for no reason.
Because, at that moment, he thought that when women in this world saw him, they would try their best to use tricks and scheming to get his attention.
I want to be loved by myself!
Why does that damn woman hate him so much that no matter what he does, he can't impress her?
I also told myself that my dream is to be a couple for the rest of my life.
If so, she could also play tricks on herself like the woman just now.
Don’t put so many demands on yourself.
Not only will he not feel disgusted, but on the contrary, he will definitely be very happy?
Thinking of this, she became more and more depressed. Of course, what he couldn't understand even more was that the dead woman was obviously no longer hanging in front of him.
Why do I still think about her? Why do I still want to be easily stirred up by her?