His handsome face slightly turned aside, his sculptured features deep and inviting, made Gu Nanqiao feel breathless under his gaze, as if every inch of her skin was being excruciatingly stretched by his stare.
"You are different from him," she said, lifting her eyes to his. "The 'me' back then is different from the 'me' now."
Huo Jingting's lips curled slightly as he relaxed his grip. "What is different?"
"I don't want to talk about these meaningless things," Gu Nanqiao sighed, really not wanting to bring up the past. "Huo Jingting, you say you love me, yet I can't feel it. I always feel that by demeaning me repeatedly, you're just satisfying some primal desire in you."
Her tone was somewhat annoyed; although it wasn't quite the right way to put it, she couldn't think of a more fitting word.
In fact, what annoyed her most was not him but herself; she was angry with herself for not being able to push him away immediately when he deliberately flirted with her.
