He had seen right through her, and Xu Su averted her gaze, a bit flustered.
Just then, the housekeeper brought over a glass of milk. Xu Su took it and took a small sip, easing her tension before she spoke. "I just... I didn't expect that three years ago, when we had just met, you..."
From her perspective, Zhou Mochen's affection seemed to come out of nowhere. How could he meet a sixteen-year-old girl a few times and immediately consider her one of his own, an equal?
Xu Su gave a bitter smile. 'I'm really scared...'
'Other people would probably have a hard time understanding why I'd be scared of my boyfriend's feelings running so deep.'
This kind of possessive love was far too obsessive and heavy for Xu Su. It was like a net. If their relationship continued to go well, and she obediently stayed within the web of love he'd woven for her, then everything would be perfect.
But...
