"What are you afraid of? I'm not interested in cheap airports!"
Fu Yanye looked her up and down, humiliating her coldly.
"..."
Yet Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, because even as he said he wasn't interested, he placed his hand on her.
Zhuo Jian tightly grasped his wrist, which was very solid, but probably not as hard as his heart.
Just when she mistook his actions as a way to humiliate her, Fu Yanye suddenly pushed her away.
She fell onto the bed, and because of the speed, bounced slightly.
She felt dizzy, and finally realized that she had misunderstood him; he had only intended to push her.
What had she done to offend him?
To make him bully her like this?
More importantly, he ended up squeezing into the bed that night, and when Zhuo Jian tried to get up, he pinned her down, "Sleep in the bed, or let me tie you up in the bed, you choose!"
Zhuo Jian's hands were held above her head, and looking into his dark, deep eyes, she suddenly quieted down.
