An Ruo struggled to control her rapidly beating heart, desperately trying to hypnotize herself to go along with him, to accept him. But when his hand slipped under her clothes and touched her skin, she instantly felt a chilling sensation.
She couldn’t accept him so quickly!
"Mo Hua... stop..." she began to push his body away. Sensing her reluctance, his blood surged, and instead of stopping, his movements became even more intense.
An Ruo’s heart grew increasingly uneasy; she knew if things continued, they might spiral out of control.
"Mo Hua, don’t do this, please stop," she pleaded with him. The man looked up, his eyes coldly asking her, "You don’t want to?"
"It’s not that... it’s just too soon, I... I can’t..."
"In the end, you still don’t want to! Your heart has always been with Tang Yuchen, so you can’t accept me! An Ruo, why can’t you forget him, why?!"
An Ruo’s eyes fluttered, why did everyone think she was still in love with Tang Yuchen?
"You have!" Mo Hua shouted, "I don’t care, you’re mine now, and I won’t allow you to think about him in your heart."
After speaking, he kissed her lips fiercely again, knowing he meant business, An Ruo got scared.
"Stop it, Mo Hua, you can’t do this!"
"Why can’t I... you are mine, mine..."
An Ruo kept struggling, but her slight strength was no obstacle to him. She hadn’t expected Mo Hua’s strength to be so great, almost comparable to Tang Yuchen’s.
He had already lost his mind, and An Ruo felt very uncomfortable with the sudden realization.
Should she not have agreed to date him?
Had she not agreed, she wouldn’t have hurt him, nor would she have hurt herself, right?
An Ruo stopped struggling, staring at the ceiling and blandly said, "Mo Hua, are we done?"
Her question was tentative, but deep down she was still reluctant to let go of this relationship.
The man atop her suddenly froze; he raised his head to look at her and met her tear-filled eyes. Only then did he realize what he had done.
Getting up in a panic, he leaned against the couch, one hand covering his forehead, and said with great remorse, "I’m sorry... An Ruo, I didn’t mean to hurt you... I’m sorry..."
An Ruo propped herself up and silently tidied her clothes and hair.
Mo Hua lowered his hand, looking at her with immense guilt, "An Ruo, do you hate me now?"
She looked at him and said nothing.
He began to grow frantic and uneasy, "I’m sorry, I promise I won’t be anymore! Can you forgive me this once?"
"Mo Hua, did I hurt you a lot?" she asked him softly.
The man hurriedly shook his head: "No!"
An Ruo looked down and said, "If being together only brings you more pain, then..."
Mo Hua suddenly seized her hand, his face taut with anger as he demanded, "Are you trying to break up with me? I won’t allow it! You listen to me, I will not break up with you!"
"No buts! If you’re not good enough, I can learn to be tolerant. If I’m not good enough, you can point it out, and I will try to change. But we cannot break up, I would rather die than break up with you!"
An Ruo stared at him in astonishment; she hadn’t expected him to be so fixated on this relationship.
Mo Hua looked away, stood up, and stopped looking at her: "I’m sorry for today, I won’t hurt you again. I’m leaving, you rest up, I’ll contact you another day."