"No." Song Huanyan gritted her teeth, "You're such a beast; I would never marry you."
Yun Jianchen looked at Song Huanyan and nodded, "It seems... you really do have a masochistic streak, preferring to be forced. Not liking it unless it's against your will... No wonder, no wonder every time we're in bed, you say 'no, no', liking me to force you... Turns out, you have that particular kink, huh."
"..." Song Huanyan glared at Yun Jianchen.
Yun Jianchen handed the peeled apple to Song Huanyan.
Song Huanyan took the apple and bit into it viciously.
She bit into the apple as if it were Yun Jianchen she was biting into with force.
"Like biting?" Yun Jianchen asked, watching Song Huanyan as the color of his eyes slowly deepened.
"..." Song Huanyan looked at Yun Jianchen, puzzled.
"Yun Jianchen, you're shameless..." Song Huanyan's face flushed with a mix of anger and shame, and in her fury, she threw the apple in her hand at Yun Jianchen.
