Grabbing the hand Xu Su had placed on her lap, Zhou Mochen said in a strained voice, "Please don't be afraid of me, okay? And don't avoid me. You know I could never bring myself to hurt you."
He leaned his head closer, trying to meet her gaze, and coaxed in a low voice, "Susu, I was in the wrong just now. Will you forgive me this time?"
Xu Su averted her eyes, refusing to look at him. "Zhou Mochen," she said slowly, "you should have realized by now that I have a terrible temper. I'm willful and spoiled, especially with you. There's no need for you to put yourself out like this just to accommodate me."
Zhou Mochen's grip tightened unconsciously. Xu Su felt a pang of pain in her hand as she heard him say, "It's no trouble. I'm the one who asks too much of you. It's my fault."
'Their relationship had always been one-sided, with him forcing the issue. Why did he expect her to reciprocate his love with equal respect?'
