"Bastard!"
After hanging up on Song Xiaodong, Qiao Yutong touched her burning cheeks. As she spat out "bastard," she wasn't sure if she was cursing Song Xiaodong or herself.
Though she had been verbally lashing out at Song Xiaodong during the call, when he spoke those words, a strange feeling of excitement and thrill bubbled up inside her.
As a police officer, criminal psychology was a compulsory course. Qiao Yutong, being a good officer, excelled in this field.
How could she not understand that this mindset of hers was completely abnormal, even pathological?
"Damn it, I really need to see a psychologist when I get back!" Qiao Yutong muttered to herself, but quickly dismissed the thought. How could she share such an awkward situation with anyone?
Even if this psyche wasn't particularly healthy, wasn't it not a bad thing to feel this way about the man she loved?
"What the hell, when did I start seeing him as the man I loved?" Qiao Yutong sighed with frustration and annoyance.
