Qin Youxue curled up in bed, still crying, not understanding why she was particularly sad this time.
She never felt any respect from this man.
He did whatever he wanted, regardless of whether she consented or not.
Not before, not now, and never will be.
Mo Hexuan came out of the bathroom and saw Qin Youxue still crying. He walked over and wiped her face with a tissue.
Qin Youxue closed her eyes; she didn't want to look at him at all now.
She couldn't describe her feelings. It felt like the little spark in her heart for him was completely extinguished by his actions today.
It was like a bucket of cold water poured over her, abruptly dragging her from a dream into reality.
Beside him, she would never have any respect!
Perhaps this man truly loved her, but... he hadn't learned how to love someone, maybe no one had taught him, or perhaps, it's just his nature! And she didn't want to be his learning object at all...
