Mo Yu held onto Fang Liu's waist and continued down the stairs. Then as his eyes glanced toward a particular direction, he saw the back of a sad boy.
Mo Yu curled his lips into a smile. A strong sense of malice filled his eyes, and his menacing smile revealed teeth as sharp as fangs.
…
At this moment, Jiang Chuan's mind was in a mess. Lin Lu had gone to see Jiang Chuan. She cried and confessed her love for him, but it only annoyed Jiang Chuan, making him fiercely reject her.
"I've never liked you, Lin Lu. You've always been self-centered and arrogant. Can't you see how irritated I am with you?"
Lin Lu's eyes widened in disbelief. "How can you say that? Did you forget the night we slept together?"
"I was drunk that night! You insisted that I go to your house. I was intoxicated, and you were the one who took my pants off. You forced me into sleeping with you!" Jiang Chuan was aggrieved.
