For a long while, Zhou Mochen stared silently at the furious girl. Suppressing the dark, insane thoughts that flooded his mind, he kissed her cheek, then slowly stood up straight.
When he spoke again, his voice was calm. "No one is denying that you're an independent person, Xu Su. If you're willing, I can be yours, too. Yours and yours alone."
Xu Su: "..."
'Thanks, but no thanks.'
The reluctance written all over the girl's face made Zhou Mochen's heart ache.
'I really want to lock her up. She can cry, she can throw a fit—I wouldn't care, as long as she's by my side.'
'As long as she stays by my side forever, does it really matter if she's willing or not?'
...
But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The moment she cried, he just couldn't bear it.
'Is that why she's so fearless? Because she knows I can't bear to see her suffer?'
