"No, it’s not like that!" Jazzy rushed forward recklessly, hugged Wanda tightly and whispered in her ear, "Our love is a two-way run, not a one-way compromise like you said. My feelings for you are real."
He began kissing her desperately.
It was like countless times before—whenever Wanda got angry, as long as Jazzy lowered his pride a little and gave a sweet kiss… Then they would ignite like dry firewood at a single spark.
She couldn’t count how many times the same scene had played out. She only knew the whole villa—upstairs and downstairs, balcony, bedroom, study, living room, bathroom—all had witnessed their passion ignite.
But this time, he was pushed away by Wanda.
At this moment, Jazzy was really scared. He had never had such a strong feeling, afraid of losing Wanda.
Wanda wrapped herself in a bath towel and left the bathroom. Without a word and without giving Jazzy any chance, she went straight to the bedroom and locked the door.
When Jazzy reached the bedroom and found that the door once open only for him was locked, he truly panicked. This was the first time Jazzy felt cowardly in this breakup.