They say in an adult relationship, you should love your partner seventy percent at most, keeping the other thirty to protect yourself.
Zhou Mochen was an incredibly cunning man, yet now he was laying all his cards on the table. It was as if he were afraid Xu Su wouldn't have anything to hold over him, so he served up his weaknesses on a silver platter.
He said, "I'm sorry for saying those unpleasant things at your school last time. Xu Su, I never meant to threaten you, really. I just want to cherish you and always be good to you."
"So, tell me, what is it you hate about me? List it all out, and I'll change accordingly. I don't want you to hate me."
For days, the image of Xu Su's loathing gaze had been replaying in Zhou Mochen's mind. It even appeared in his dreams, abruptly interrupting some sensual fantasy with her disgusted expression and jolting him awake.
Every time he woke from these dreams, the empty feeling in his chest sent a chill through his entire body.
