"No..." Tong Ran shook her head, words squeezing out of her mouth intermittently, "I don't... I don't want to..."
"You don't want to, is that it?" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping towards the camera overhead, "You can't accept this kind of love, right?"
He was saying it for him to hear.
In front of the surveillance footage, Luo Xiao's face was calm. He suddenly grabbed the teacup next to him and smashed it against the wall with a bang!
He clearly had achieved his goal, clearly had won, but why did every word Mo Nanjue said feel like it was carved into his heart? Every sentence he spoke was about him! Luo Xiao was an observer; how could he not hear it?
Yet, why couldn't he feel any pleasure? Xiao Ran had already dealt with Mo Nanjue in this way, those two slaps she gave him clearly left him bleeding, but Luo Xiao felt as if they had landed on his own face, causing a burning sting that blurred his vision.
He suddenly became scared.
