In Every Life [Jenlisa]

Chapter 43

A ray of morning light shone into the narrow room. It had rained heavily last night, and the water droplets on the glass window had not yet dissipated, making the room slightly damp.

With a loud bang, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Yijie swaggered in and lifted the blanket off with a sudden movement.

"Little stutterer, my mom wants you to go downstairs and move some things."

The dazzling sunlight made Lisa squint his eyes, and his temples throbbed with pain as if being pricked by needles.

He struggled to get up. "Wait a minute."

"Hurry up, hurry up." Zhou Yijie impatiently finished speaking and sat on his desk chair, fidgeting around.

The drowsiness had not yet dissipated from Lisa's eyes as he made his way downstairs, feeling heavy-headed and light-footed.

The rainwater from last night had accumulated on the ground, splashing onto his wet pants.

He silently moved the things downstairs, and his drowsiness dissipated halfway.

He returned to his room and saw his cousin squatting in front of his bedside table, holding a greeting card and opening and closing it with great interest.

"Don't touch my things," Lisa's eyebrows furrowed, and he sternly shouted.

Zhou Yijie was startled by him.

He turned his head with disdain, "What's wrong with touching? You live in my house, eat my food, use my things, and you can't even touch a greeting card?"

He opened the card, and a delicate three-dimensional cake jumped off the paper.

He sneered, dragging out his words in a strange voice, "Wishing Lisa a happy birthday. I told you that you would look just as good with gold-rimmed glasses--"

"Give it to me." Lisa tightly pursed his lips and reached out to snatch it.

"Hey, no, no, let me see who the sender is." Zhou Yijie turned his back and raised his voice to shout, "It's Ni ni."

"Ah, this 'Nini' really has no eyesight," he chuckled, feeling even more pleased with himself.

Lisa's temple throbbed with anger as he suddenly grabbed the collar of Zhou Yijie's shirt and tried to snatch the card from him.

In an instant, the card tore in half with a "rip."

Zhou Yijie's collar was still tightly gripped, choking him and turning his face red.

"Here, take it back," he threw half of the card at Lisa, his face contorted from lack of oxygen. "Let go of me, I can't breathe."

The three-dimensional birthday cake had long since been smashed beyond recognition and now floated lightly in the air, like garbage thrown on the ground.

Lisa's eyes turned red, his teeth clenched tightly, and the veins on his pale hand bulged, making him look like a demon from hell.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The sharp voice of the middle-aged woman suddenly sounded. Her round and fat body moved quickly towards him, and her fat hands fiercely twisted Lisa's hand.

"Let go of him!" She slapped Lisa's hand back and forth like chopping meat. When he didn't let go, she slapped him directly in the face.

The anger burned within Lisa, and he almost lost his mind. His pale hand was slapped until it turned red, his face was slapped to the side, and his chest heaved violently.