"Relax. I won't commit suicide." Xia Ruoxin struggled out of his grasp, and so he loosened his hold. She picked up the rag and continued to wipe the other windows. "I won't die. If I die, you have no one to exact your revenge with." She said it with indifference lacing her voice as if she was resigned to her fate. She was mocking someone else and yet hurting herself at the same time.
She couldn't deny that what he felt for her was hate. Nothing further.
"Enough!" he growled as he put his hands down. "Do you find joy in going against me? Have you never thought of begging me?" This woman really had a stubborn streak about her. Why can't she beg him? Why?
"Beg you?" Xia Ruoxin could only smile. It was such a half-hearted effort that the corners of her lips curled weakly. "Have you forgotten? I tried begging you but you never relented. So, why should I? For what?"
She turned around and left him with a view of her back.
Beg, would it do any good?
