An Ruo knew what he meant, and she glared at him with teeth clenched in rage, "Tang Yuchen, don't make me hate you even more! I don't want to become a tool for your gratification!"
The man's face suddenly darkened, and he pinched her chin, speaking angrily, "In your eyes, is that all I am to you? An Ruo, don't you understand my feelings for you yet?"
If it weren't love, why would it have to be you?
If it weren't love, why would I desire you so much...
An Ruo scoffed, "I don't understand. All I know is, I hate your touch, and to me, I'm just a tool for you to vent!"
How could he talk about herself like that...
Tang Yuchen felt a pang of pain in his heart. He looked deeply into her eyes, pressed his lips together, said nothing, and carried her to the bathroom.
An Ruo thought he still wouldn't leave her alone, she felt angry, loathsome, but he merely helped her bathe, then carried her back to the bed, pulled over the blanket and covered her body.
