"If I say yes, what will you do?"
He said lightly.
Qin Youxue's breath hitched. She quickly looked up at Mo Hexuan. Not sure what she saw, her pupils contracted slightly, and one hand swiftly reached for the door handle. Before she could turn it, the man's hand covered hers, forcibly wrapping her fingers in his palm.
She raised her eyes, looking at the face so close in front of her.
Mo Hexuan's eyes were pitch black, an inscrutable dark glint flashed within them. She saw her own somewhat pale face, appearing particularly helpless and fearful in this moment.
"Don't make such jokes," she said weakly, "You can't do this to me..."
"Why can't I?" he thought. I gave up so much for you, yet you are stingy with even giving me love. Why do you have to be so petty? Would loving me a bit kill you? You ran away the moment I got married, you couldn't even wait a bit. Are you that impatient?
He felt so wronged and sad, wishing she could feel the same as him.
