She pursed her lips and refused to let him go deeper. At the same time, she pushed his chest with her hands.
Jiang Yu had to let her go.
In the next second, Jing Tong slapped his face, but the man stopped her wrist.
"Will your feelings for me be rekindled if I accept you now?" Jiang Yu stared at her. "I'm not sympathizing with you, and I don't have any hidden illness. I can prove it to you anytime if you need me."
Jing Tong was angrier when her right hand was stopped in midair, but she couldn't be mad anymore after hearing Jiang Yu's words. She was dazed, and then, she couldn't believe it.
"Jiang Yu, what do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said," he said calmly. "I was sick of your pestering back then, but it turns out that your hatred and resistance made me more uncomfortable."
