Weisheng looked down at the arm that Xiaoling had grabbed onto, preventing him from leaving. He scoffed slightly and looked at her.
"Accept me or not, we both know I don't deserve you," Weisheng murmured as he sat back down on the bed, "It's not like I'll leave your side even if you loathe me. But I'd rather you loathe me than love me."
Xiaoling grimaced, "Are you insane?"
"You drive me insane." Weisheng glared at her. "Master, when I said I'm at your mercy, I meant it. You can hate me all you want, toss me around like I'm your toy, or use me to your liking. I will never leave your side."
Xiaoling frowned, unable to understand his gibberish. If anything, he seemed crazier than before.
"I'm not a sadist," Xiaoling pouted, "So if you were looking for a sadist partner, I'm not the one." She complained.
Weisheng was dumbfounded, "That… is not what I meant."
