Qiao An subconsciously wanted to retort, but...
He was right.
She did feel guilty.
Now, no matter what she said, she couldn't extinguish his rage.
And she would never mention Lu Yin and Little Nuomi.
Her eyelids drooped slightly as she thought of a way to handle the situation.
"Look at me!" Mu Jingxi gripped her chin, his fingertips pressing hard, almost as if he wanted to crush her.
Qiao An winced in pain, her brow furrowed tightly, as her soft voice protested unconsciously, "It hurts..."
"Hurts? You know pain?!"
Mu Jingxi's eyes were bloodshot, and with a flip, he pinned her against the wardrobe, his handsome face as cold as frost, "Is it fun to play with me?"
It was baffling.
Qiao An tried to pry his hand away, but her meager strength was no match for him.
Annoyed, angry, and in pain, she retorted sharply: "When did I ever play with you?!"
"Stringing me along while being all lovey-dovey with your boyfriend, isn't that playing with me?!"
