The world had come to a standstill.
Qiao Zhiyi was gasping for breath, facing Shi Jingzhou's sinister eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, but she wasn't cowed.
"Say that again." Shi Jingzhou's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched.
Qiao Zhiyi took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said word by word, "I, do, not, love, you!"
Shi Jingzhou's chest heaved as if it was an overinflated balloon about to burst at any moment.
Qiao Zhiyi sensed the impending danger but still refused to show weakness.
Why should she always be the one to compromise? Just because he was angry, was she not allowed to be?
Did he think she was a pushover to be squeezed whenever he wished?
The two were at a standoff, and Qiao Zhiyi felt that if this continued, Shi Jingzhou might just strangle her.
He now looked like a demon with bloodshot eyes, on the verge of collapse.
Whether it was a good or bad atmosphere, it always so happened that someone would call.
