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nIn her state, Bai Weiwei obviously couldn’t swallow the pill. Her expression instantly turned uncomfortable, while her delicate eyebrows were frowning in discomfort.

nHe Poan got impatient and rudely grabbed her chin to turn her face to his line of sight, “Woman, you better swallow the medicine.”

nBai Weiwei felt even more uncomfortable with his motion. She suddenly reached out and casually grabbed the person next to her. She leaned on his body and started vomiting frantically.

nHe Poan’s body abruptly stiffened. Bai Weiwei was grabbing his lower body, and the stupid woman was freely vomiting onto his pants.

n“Bai. Wei. Wei!” He Poan was completely driven mad. He had mysophobia and was obsessed with cleanliness. He was so angry he almost exploded.

nBai Weiwei finished throwing up, but her mouth felt sticky and disgusting. She unrestrainedly grabbed the hem of He Poan’s shirt, wiped her mouth, and then rolled back to bed to sleep while holding the quilt in her arms.

nHe Poan only got angrier to the point he was shaking, he felt like he could explode at any moment. He was struggling between strangling Bai Weiwei to death and going to the bathroom to clean up. He still ended up choosing the latter.

nAfter taking three showers, he finally walked out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went to the closet and opened it to look for clothes but…

nWhere were his clothes?

nBai Weiwei’s clothes were neatly arranged in the closet, but he could find none of his.

nWhen he left the house in the morning, his clothes were still there.

nHe Poan turned around and found out that not only his clothes, but also his toothbrush, razor, cups and all of his possessions had disappeared.

nStill naked, he angrily reached out to pull up the sleeping Bai Weiwei, “Woman, where did you put my stuff?”

nBai Weiwei was in a daze since her sleep was suddenly disturbed. She raised her head in bewilderment and her thick eyelashes were quivering. She mumbled in a weak and almost inaudible voice, “Poan?”

nHe Poan was already losing his temper and didn’t have the patience to exchange pleasantries with her, “Where’s my stuff?”.

nBai Weiwei blankly stared at him for a few seconds. She seemed distracted and unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, before suddenly smiling sadly.

n“I send them all away, they’re all gone. Weren’t you not coming back?”

nHe Poan gnashed his teeth in anger, “When did I say I wasn’t coming back?”

nThe tears gathered in Bai Weiwei’s eyes blurring her vision, but stubbornly refusing to fall.

n“The last time you left me for 97 days, but only came back for one night. The time after that you were gone for 68 days, but only got back to get something before leaving again. The following time you disappeared for 103 days, but only drove until stopping at the door to have your manager tell me you were going back to filming again…”

nHe Poan was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to talk, but soon closed it again. He didn’t know what to say.

nBai Weiwei sadly stared at him with her stubborn and tear filled red eyes, “You will leave me today, and the next time we meet will probably be at the divorce. No, maybe all I will see will be the divorce papers. I decided to pack your things and send them earlier to Xiao Mu, did I do anything wrong?”.

nNot at all.

nHe Poan really planned to live with the crew for the remaining two months of their contract, and simply send Bai Weiwei the divorce agreement papers when the time is up.

nBai Weiwei abruptly covered her face with the quilt to block her soft sobs with the fabric, “Don’t bother me again, why do I drink so much wine to forget you if I still end up seeing you. The moment I leave home I see you in advertising posters, when I want to shop I see the products you’re endorsing, when I turn on the TV all I can see are the dramas you’re acting in. Even in my sleep you won’t let me go and still appear in my dreams.”

nHe Poan felt his chest was blocked and painful as if he was suffocating.

nHe snorted and said, “Do I look so unreal? You think you are dreaming?”

nBai Weiwei quietened down for a while before sobbing faintly, “If it wasn’t a dream, how could you talk so much to me? You hate me, you hate me, you hate me.”

nThis sentence sounded so resigned and painful it could break one’s heart.

nHe Poan heard what she said and unexpectedly felt sullen, and he felt sullen because of this woman he hated.

nHe had a bad temper to begin with, and now he just couldn’t stand Bai Weiwei suddenly turning into a little daughter-in-law, hiding to quietly cry her heart out in weak sobs.

nHow did he not notice this woman was so fragile and vulnerable before, so damn disappointing.

n【Ding, the male lead’s favorability has increased to 0.】

nThe system felt utterly confused, how could the male lead’s favorability rise so suddenly?

nWhat -15? It’s already gone!

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