She burst into tears and pointed a trembling finger at his nose. "You're threatening me! What right do you have to threaten me?"
Huo Yunque closed his eyes and suppressed the urge in his body.
"I'm not."
"You are!"
Song Yaoyao cried and complained, "Do you not like me? Huhuhu! That's why you're so expressionless when you see me like this! Rourou even said that you would definitely like me! Liar! All of you are liars!"
She squirmed and pushed him with her small hands. She was irrationally angry as she struggled to leave.
"Forget it if you don't like me, I won't let you like me! I'll find someone else— Ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, all her words had been blocked.
She widened her eyes in shock.
The man's actions were not gentle. In fact, they even seemed a little brutal.
