"No, don't touch there, Ye Que, you bastard."
Chi Zaozao didn't know why he was reaching for that place, she felt uncomfortable, that kind of discomfort, a bit stimulating, yet indescribably sad.
She didn't like this feeling, flailing her hands to slap him away, "Get your hand off, it's annoying, take it away."
He snorted coldly, "Now you know I'm a bastard? Haven't you always wanted to see me act like one?"
"..."
She pouted and started crying, feeling that his actions were humiliating her, she felt wronged, and she tried to kick him.
"I won't deal with you ever again, it's okay if you don't like me, if you don't want me to be your wife, then fine, but get off me, don't touch me."
He was pushed away by her kicks and stood by the bed, looming over her.
"Will you stop talking nonsense from now on?"
She turned over, pulled the blanket over herself, and covered up, the place where his hand had poked earlier was a little painful.
