"Woman, my time is precious; and I don't want to waste it. If you are unwilling, it's better that you leave. I don't like to bed an unwilling woman. There won't be any trouble with mutual consent. For me, I hate trouble."
Lu Jinrong stood up straight and looked at Xia Ruoxin's hand which was on the buttons of her clothes. If this continued, would it be done in an hour?
Xia Ruoxin's eyelashes quivered. The movement from her eyes brought on tears.
The expression on her face was one of unspeakable despair. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to her collar and began to undo the buttons one at a time. At the last button, she clutched at the front of her clothes abruptly.
Lu Jinrong could tell from the frequent shaking of her shoulders that she had started crying. Her cries were silent. She was obviously unwilling to do it. Why was she forcing herself?
