Tang Wu looked at the man who had his hand on the door above her head.
The black handmade shirt outlined his tall figure perfectly. The facial features under his short hair were well-defined and handsome. Although he was still very young, the immaturity in his eyes had long faded, revealing the coldness and ruthlessness of a mature man.
Three years could change many people and things.
Tang Wu could not read his mind anymore.
Besides, being stared at by him like this, she had an urge to run away.
This was not the Lan Yue she used to know.
Tang Wu did not want to show her emotions in front of him. She straightened her back and looked into his dark eyes. "Then what do you want? Since I came knocking on your door, you didn't refuse. Shouldn't we break up the next day?"
Tang Wu smirked charmingly. "Do you want to talk about feelings with me?"
Although her lips were curled up, her eyes were cold.
