Shangguan Xiu placed her on the bed—not gently but as if tossing her there.
He was always like this, unacquainted with gentleness.
In An Xiaomian's view, she believed he did it on purpose, deliberately treating her roughly.
She turned over on her own and scooted to the farthest edge of the bed, not wanting to be near him.
Seeing her like this, Shangguan Xiu's face darkened, he let out a cold laugh, and then started unbuttoning his shirt.
An Xiaomian knew what he intended to do upon seeing this.
She bit her lip, unable to resist speaking up, "Shangguan Xiu, I still have something I want to discuss with you."
Silence followed her words. The surroundings became quiet, and Shangguan Xiu didn't bother to respond.
An Xiaomian grew anxious, looked up at him, and found his gaze fiery, dominantly fixed on her. Yet, his hands did not stop, continuing to unbutton his shirt.
An couldn't care less at that point, whether he agreed or not, or how hungry and terrifying his gaze was.
