"Speak up, why aren't you speaking?"
"What can I say? Say that I miss you?" Bai Oulan stubbornly bit her lip and refused to utter a word.
"Do you still think you're the team flower, Meng Fan's fiancée? Who are you putting on this act for?" Shen Yu's cold mockery came as his hands gripped her with enormous force, showing no tenderness. His rough hands, calloused and thin, clutched her fiercely.
Finally, Bai Oulan couldn't hold back and shouted, "If you don't like me, you can just let me go; there's no need to humiliate me. I have a heart too, not like you - always a cold, cold stone that never warms up no matter what."
The two had been in a cold war for over a month, and from the moment she took the initiative to come, it meant she had lost.
"Who says I don't like you? I like you the way you are right now." "Shen Yu, you've gone mad..." Today's Shen Yu frightened Bai Oulan, but she found it even more exhilarating. Her mouth cursed him, but her body's response was honest.
