You Are My Rare Passion

He would rather she hate him and hate him, but just won't let go. He won't let go.

Don't let go no matter what.

"The final result of our discussion is..." Xie Hewu moved her wrist and smiled beautifully and dangerously. "The final result of our discussion is that I will beat you to vent your anger. When will she stop being angry? In the future, she will Just try to accept you..."

"Really?" Li Zhihuan was surprised and happy.

"I didn't..." Sang Nanmi stood up and awkwardly grabbed the lapel of her clothes.

"Okay, although you didn't say it, I know that's what you meant!" Xie Hewu looked back and smiled brightly at Sang Nanmi, then looked at Li Zhihuan, "How about it? Young Master Li, do you agree to this condition?"

"You want me to stand here and let you beat me?" Li Zhihuan looked at Xie Hewu suspiciously.

Didn't she want to take advantage of the opportunity to avenge her personal vendetta and beat him up?

"How could you? How could I be so unreasonable!" Xie Hewu smiled so beautifully, but Li Zhihuan became more and more frightened as he watched.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Let's fight! I think you can't beat me." Xie Hewu raised his chin proudly.

Li Zhihuan's eyes twitched fiercely.

That’s right!

Even if he can fight, he doesn’t dare to fight!

"Okay." Li Zhihuan agreed resignedly.

Who made him really like Sang Nanmi?

"Well, good boy, you are so good!" Xie Hewu looked contented and looked back at Sang Nanmi with a bright smile, "Nanmi, look at it. When you get angry, just tell him to stop, or I will help you. kill him!"

Li Zhihuan's handsome face suddenly turned black - was she planning to kill him?

She really shows no mercy!

The restaurant manager had already cleared everyone out with a discerning eye. Only Li Zhihuan, Xie Hewu and Sang Nanmi were left in the huge cafe.

Sang Nanmi looked at it with big watery eyes. Xie Hewu was indeed merciless in his attack. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it. The man who was talking and laughing with her just now had a smile as bright and elegant as a flower. Girl, every punch she throws seems to have the power to break rocks.

Soon, Li Zhihuan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his handsome face was covered in bruises from Xie Hewu's fists.

In order to make Sang Nanmi feel distressed, Xie Hewu hit the visible place with his fist, so he took pity on Li Zhihuan's handsome face.

Sang Nanmi's heart was beating loudly. Although she didn't understand martial arts, she could still tell that Li Zhihuan didn't use all his strength. She saw Xie Hewu knocking Li Zhihuan to the ground again and again, and knocking Li Zhihuan to the ground again and again. He picked her up from the ground and beat her violently, but Li Zhihuan just gritted his teeth and didn't make a single moan, nor even glance at her.

Finally, when she saw Li Zhihuan lying on the ground panting violently, her tears fell inexplicably, and she choked and shouted: "Okay, stop fighting!"

Xie Hewu glanced back at her, bent down and grabbed Li Zhihuan by the collar, pulled him up from the ground, and slapped him hard on the back. Li Zhihuan lost his balance and stumbled towards Sang Nanmi. .

Sang Nanmi reached out to support him and took him into her arms, her beautiful face already covered with tears.

Li Zhihuan stood up straight, held her face, and looked at her longingly, "Nan Mi...Nan Mi...are your tears falling for me?"

Sang Nanmi cried loudly, threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, "Li Zhihuan... do you really like me?