Mo Shiche's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his tone extremely faint, "I'm taking you home."
Home?
She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you say you were taking me shopping for clothes to meet friends? Why did you drag me here?"
"You can buy clothes on your own. My presence is meaningless," Mo Shiche's handsome face was cold, his tone almost repulsive with indifference, "As for meeting friends, I see no need to take a woman I dislike."
Dislike.
The word hammered clearly onto her eardrums, Luo Qiangwei's fingers resting on her legs suddenly curled up, her heart uncontrollably shook and contracted, and her eyes widened slightly.
So hearing him say that again still didn't leave her unaffected, huh... She had thought her heart, riddled with a thousand wounds, was invulnerable by now.
