The man nodded, firm in his assertion, "I am serious, which is why you can only live in my room."
"I won't go!"
"But I am serious." Tang Yuchen enveloped her waist, half dragging, half pulling her upstairs into his bedroom.
An Ruo struggled desperately, but he closed the door, suddenly pushed her shoulders, and pressed her against it.
His face was very close to hers, An Ruowei frowned slightly, and stopped struggling, only coldly staring back at him.
The man's hands were on either side of her, blocking all her exits.
He just gazed at her, as if he intended to look on until the end of time. In his dark, deep eyes swirled too many complex emotions, ones she didn't even want to delve into.
Time passed one minute, two minutes, ten minutes.
Tang Yuchen continued to look at her that way, not speaking, his gaze enough to unsettle the heart.
An Ruo admitted defeat, diverting her gaze, she said indifferently, "Move aside, I'm tired, I need to rest."
