As Fabian spoke, another thought crossed his mind. His expression became even more smug.
"Oh wait," he sneered. "I almost forgot. Two years ago, you were already priced like that. But that was your first time, wasn't it? Now you're just something that's been played with by countless men. You should feel lucky that—"
Slap!
Before he could finish, my hand struck his face.
The sound echoed through the corridor.
I couldn't tolerate another word from him.
Fabian clearly didn't expect that. He stood there frozen, one hand covering his burning cheek as he stared at me in shock.
My face, which had been pale moments ago, was now flushed with anger. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I forced them back and bit down hard on my lip.
For a brief moment, Fabian felt something stab through his chest.
He had wanted to hurt me.
Yet seeing me like this brought him no satisfaction at all.
