"Why the hell did you bring me here?" Zixuan demanded, turning to face him.
Haoran removed his coat like he wasn't affected by Zixuan's outrage. It wasn't in his plan to bring Zixuan to his personal apartment, but after what happened today, he felt he needed to educate this enigma on what not to do. Haoran didn't know whether it was the mark or not, but ever since that night, he'd felt that Zixuan belonged to him—and he wouldn't accept his property being dirtied or soiled. All those past activities of Zixuan's had to stop.
"I didn't drag you out of that club to banter or hear you complaining."
Zixuan scoffed. What was this nonsense three-legged bastard talking about?
"You think the most important thing to say right now is that I'm whining?"
He walked closer to Haoran, his expression showing how angry he was getting.
