She didn't feel disappointment, she felt… shame.
This moral shackle, it was like nailing her to the cross, leaving her in panic, fear, and helplessness...
To Gu Xuanye, her silence undoubtedly represented acquiescence. His heart instantly hurt as if it had been pierced by a dense array of needles.
A raw pain floated in his throat.
He suppressed the rage that was on the verge of eruption, suddenly left the front of her bed, stood beside it, and looked down on her with a commanding presence, ordering, "Hurry up, get up, change your clothes!!"
"Gu Xuanye, last night..."
Before Mo Qiansu could even ask what had happened last night, why she was here... Gu Xuanye had already flung off the covers, picked her up around the waist without any gentleness, and carried her into the dressing room. Afterward, he grabbed a dress from the wardrobe haphazardly, roughly pulled it over her head, dressed her, and hurriedly dragged her out.
"I am not wearing anything inside..."
