Xu Su pulled her hand back. This time, she managed to pull it away with surprising ease. She looked up in astonishment, her gaze meeting the lingering tenderness in Zhou Mochen's eyes.
"..." Xu Su was silent for a moment before speaking. "Just act normal, Zhou Mochen. Like just now—if I don't want you to hold my hand, then don't force me."
What did Xu Su hate most about Zhou Mochen?
It was the fact that he never cared about her feelings. He was always talking about how he liked her, how he loved her, but his love came with no respect, no freedom. There was only suffocating oppression and confinement.
Perhaps it was because their relationship in her past life had begun with a sort of 'coercion,' which caused it to become more and more twisted.
Xu Su grew increasingly sensitive, caring more and more about equality and respect, while Zhou Mochen became more and more insecure. He always felt that if he loosened his grip even slightly, she would run off and disappear without a trace.
