He felt an overwhelming urge to pin her against the wall and kiss her deeply. Inside him, a tidal wave of anger roared and boiled. At that moment, Sheng Yanxiao even thought he could give up.
Give up the grand scheme he had laid out for her, waiting for her to slowly walk towards him. He could use an incredibly assertive stance to force her to be with him.
Sheng Yanxiao had hundreds of such methods, and this thought spread wantonly in his head.
Fortunately, he was ultimately a man guided by reason, so he held back.
He endured it even though it ground his teeth; he didn't want to force her. He couldn't bear to force her. He wanted to gradually draw out the feelings she had for him, letting them break free bit by bit from those messy shackles, and then burst forth with unparalleled intensity and fervor.
He could provoke her, gently provoke her, but he truly couldn't bear to force her.
Others didn't understand Su Weiyi, but he understood her too well.
