Weilan shouted through the pain, her eyes misting with tears, but her heart refused to admit defeat.
That was just the way she was, always refusing to lose, not wanting to be controlled by Lu Hechen, to act on his terms.
His brows furrowed tightly as he growled low, "Are you still provoking me?"
"Yes, provoking," Weilan said through clenched teeth.
"You said you wouldn't provoke me anymore."
"How could I not provoke you?" Weilan replied coldly, "If I don't provoke you, will you let me go? You're always like this, either sleeping with me or wanting to sleep with me."
Lu Hechen's gaze tightened even more.
"Do you want to ruin me?"
"It's not my fault, so you blame me?" Weilan's sly eyes shifted as she continued to resist.
"It hurts." Lu Hechen's brow creased, sweat beads appearing on his forehead, his face even more resolute.
"What does a man have to hurt about?" Weilan didn't care about his pain.
