She clenched her hands tightly around the lush green grass on the ground, her eyes shut tight, shaking her head from side to side, letting out a low growl of pain and anger through gritted teeth, "Ugh, Matthew Saxon, I want to kill you."
"Ah, you pervert, don't even think about making me fall in love with you."
"I will never submit to you, so what if you got my body, my soul will forever despise you, you despicable beast."
"No, don't come over, get away, just go away!"
...
Matthew Saxon looked at the woman on the ground whose curses were becoming more intense, his face showing a complex expression.
His fingers, which had slipped to her lips, twitched uncontrollably.
He pressed his lips tightly together, took several deep breaths, yet still let out a cold laugh in anger.
This damned woman actually dreamed that he was forcing himself on her?
In her eyes, is he such a desperate man? Does she have too much confidence in herself?
