novelraw Chapter 452: The Person I Love Is You (19)
Chapter 452: The Person I Love Is You (19)
Is there really nothing at all!A large hand fiercely pinched her chin, and he said harshly, "Speak!"
His low roar startled her, causing her whole body to tremble slightly, a trace of self-mockery flashing in her eyes.
He’s forcing her, forcing her!
What else can he do besides force her!
This is how he loves her!
She still kept her lips pressed together, stubbornly refusing to speak, even though she knew that saying a soft word would make him happy.
But she just didn’t want to. She felt wronged too. Why did he treat her like this?
Why, just because he said he liked her, must she like him too!
Fu Nancheng chuckled lightly, his heart feeling blocked.
Was just saying one word so difficult for her?
Or was he really that detestable?
"Refusing to speak, are you?" His gaze turned a shade more sinister, and he scooped her up, throwing her onto the large bed in the bedroom.
Qiao Mo was tossed onto the bed, instinctively closing her eyes, tears at the corners, yet she continued to bite her lip stubbornly, refusing to make a sound.
He leaned over her, his gaze cold and stern.
Her whole body shuddered, as if shocked by electricity, trembling involuntarily, yet she still kept her eyes tightly shut, refusing to look at him.
Seeing her tightly closed eyes, his gaze grew colder, and he slowly said, "It’s not too late to speak now."
Qiao Mo still didn’t respond, she just felt a bit sad.
See, this is how he is.
One moment is fine, the next he turns his face.
But why should she have to like him just because he claims to like her, and why can he simply not like her when it suits him!
A trace of mockery flickered through his eyes, was she now so disgusted that she didn’t even want to look at him!
He pressed deeply onto her lips, with a hint of anger, roughly consuming everything about her, losing the previous gentleness.
She didn’t struggle, as it was pointless.
How many times had this happened. One more or one less made no difference.
As long as he’s happy, that’s what matters.
Time passed by the minute, and the night gradually deepened.
In front of him, she seemed to be the defeated one forever, and soon, she began to whimper, opening her tear-filled eyes, trembling lightly, like a lost boat adrift in the wind.
His breath became a little more subdued, and his thin lips greedily kissed her chin, whispering, "Have you thought of an answer yet?"
Tears she had been holding back instantly slipped from her eyes, yet Qiao Mo still refused to speak.
A trace of irritation flashed in his eyes.
It seemed that only like this could he feel at ease.