His sudden sarcasm was like a knife stabbing into her heart.
Su Jia lost interest, turned around wanting to leave, but unexpectedly was lifted horizontally by the man behind her.
Lu Yanhe carried her into the bathroom, locked the door, and then put her down, walked a few steps forward, forcing her into a small corner.
Su Jia clenched her teeth, yet couldn't continue to evade.
Lu Yanhe pressed her against the wall, confined her hands, forcing her unable to protect herself.
Su Jia was momentarily caught in a dilemma, looking at the man up close, suddenly feeling a bit bewildered.
Lu Yanhe, does he still love her?
If he still loves her, then why does he consistently use sarcasm and verbal provocation?
If he doesn't love her anymore, then why does he lose control as soon as she teases him a little?
Like possessed, she reached out to hug his neck, feeling stuck, not knowing what to do.
Looking at her aggrieved expression, Lu Yanhe just felt a rush of anger.
