Sheng Qianxia seemed not to have seen the annoyance in his eyes and continued:
"Did I say something wrong? You never consider what the other person wants, you just forcefully give them what you want to give!"
"Such love is only about intense possession; it has no warmth at all."
"How pitiful is it for someone to have their body and mind forcefully occupied by someone who doesn't understand or respect them and won't listen or offer care?!"
He had done so much for her, but in the end, in her heart, he was just someone who disrespected her, didn't understand her, didn't listen, and didn't offer care?
Gong Beiyao's anger was unstoppable, and a sharp pain, whether from his heart or body, overwhelmed him for a moment.
His complexion grew worse, and the force with which he was holding her suddenly weakened.
Sheng Qianxia saw him bent over in pain, clutching his stomach, and thought of what the servant had said; she instantly tensed up.
