This prideful man will not let a mere woman reject him, would he? "Can't you understand that? I never wanted anyone before you. I'm lost, I don't know what to do from here. Rym, don't hate me, huh?" He held her chin but she brushed his hands off. Lapil bit his lips with his eyes filled with anguish.
"Lapil..." She called her problematically. She touched her jaw that he gripped earlier and it still hurts. Seriously, these men and their strengths. She looked him in the eyes, and he was giving her such a pitiful look, does he realize how angelic his face was? How could she even ignore his plea? They stared at each other's eyes, and Yanarym sighed with puppy eyes.
