Hank Clegg saw Victoria on the verge of tears, almost biting her red lips to the point of bleeding.
At last, he eased up a bit.
"Do you still hate me now?" he asked her again.
Heaven knows how adorable she looked at that moment, with her large, pitiful eyes filled with a pleading expression.
It was utterly immoral to bully someone like this.
But what could he do if he just loved to bully her?
"You have one problem: you're too stubborn,"
"Let me go, Hank Clegg." Victoria couldn't help but cover her face, "I'm really scared."
Why did they have to do this here?
Was it to punish her for losing her temper with him?
"Scared of what?" Hank Clegg kept gazing into her eyes, "Are you afraid we'll be separated? Don't worry... I will always... love you..."
Victoria couldn't help but grasp Hank Clegg's shoulders, and then she quickly let go: "Ah, I've wrinkled your shirt..."
