Xiao Yu thought Gong Ting had given up on her, but she never expected that Gong Ting would come back that night. She awoke from a suffocating kiss and opened her eyes to see the man so close to her.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, filled with deep desire. His large hand slid into her pajamas, and the corners of his lips carried a wicked, careless smirk, tinged with a sense of plunder.
"Awake?"
Xiao Yu's body and mind trembled, especially the hatred hidden in the man's eyes, which was horrifying. She tightly grasped his wrist, trying to pull his hand out from under her pajamas.
Her strength suddenly weakened, and she gasped in pain, "Gong Ting, don't do this."
Gong Ting caressed her, his movements lingering, yet the hatred in his eyes intensified. These days, he deliberately neglected her, hoping to force her to call him, but even today, she hadn't called him once.
Her complacency infuriated him, making him realize she truly didn't love him, but so what?
