"Xiang Yimo, you... wuuu! Wuuuuu!"
Zhong Lingling's cries of protest were all silenced.
The more she resisted, the more pain she endured.
"Lingling, I beg you, don't be so cold. You love me, I love you, isn't it good to live like before?" Xiang Yimo, although heavily intoxicated,
spoke his true feelings.
"I don't love you! No matter what I was like before, at least now, I truly don't love you!" Zhong Lingling said, word by word.
Xiang Yimo felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, and he sobered up a great deal in an instant.
He gripped Zhong Lingling's chin. "Say that again!"
"I said I don't love you! Being kissed by you feels as disgusting as being gnawed by a dog!" Zhong Lingling roared.
Xiang Yimo's heart turned ice cold.
His previously peaked arousal plummeted to the depths.
Zhong Lingling could say anything, treat him any way she usually did, but it was this declaration of not loving him that he couldn't accept.
