"Are we even now?" Beiming Han gripped her chin, his anger erupting into a dark, haunting laugh - a laugh so striking it rendered even the radiant sunlight as mere background contrast.
Yet, it felt so cold...
"What else do you want?" Gu Qingxin looked at him with a surprised expression, "I slept with you, and you slept with me yesterday. Shouldn't we be even?"
"How our matters should be handled? I! Make! The! Decisions! You don't have this privilege!" She was desperately trying to create a distance between them?
Beiming Han's fury erupted again, unable to withstand her provocation, just a few words were enough to make him lose control.
He furiously pinned her against the wall. She wished to create a distance with him, but that depended on whether he agreed or not.
"Let go of me, you bastard! You can't treat me like this." Gu Qingxin struck at him with her hands, but her efforts were futile against his strength and dominance.
