Zhong San, agitated, half-pressed her body. His two hands pressed her hands, his other two gripped her shoulders, and half of his body weight was on her, almost suffocating her.
“Zhong… Zhong San… I… I can’t breathe… anymore!” she gasped, her face flushed red.
He reluctantly moved away from her, “Do you love him a lot, right?”
“Uh…” Why start with this question? Xu En felt somewhat cornered. “Yes.”
“Do you really love him that much?” He hoped she would give a negative answer.
“Yes, I really do love him!” This time, her answer was firm and loud; despite how red her face was and how embarrassed she felt, her gaze and tone were unwavering.
“So, I will never be able to have you?” Zhong San’s brows furrowed deeply, his fists clenching one by one.
“Yes.” She nodded.
Regardless of the age difference or physical disparities between them, just the act of him tying her up to confess his love was highly distasteful to her. A man who truly likes someone should move the other with his own merits and charm, not by force. Even if he gets the person, what’s the point if he doesn’t win the heart? It would only lead to more pain for both.
Upon hearing her resolute answer, Zhong San, with a dead heart, closed his eyes, “Fine! Don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
“Zhong San! What do you want to do?” she exclaimed in panic. Usually, when the male protagonist in TV dramas shouts this line, it means he’s about to do something foolish!
“Originally, I just wanted to put Peng Peng on display alone. With your peculiar appearances, it’s sure to attract a lot of people willing to pay to see. At that time, I just need to sit back and enjoy the profit.”
The audience has entered. However, since you care so little about yourself, I guess I’ll have to let others view you too!” Zhong San revealed a triumphant smile, brushing her hair with one hand and then suddenly pulling it hard.
“Ow!” she screamed in pain, tears almost falling.
