"Luke Land, in the future, you better not be so nice to me." Eva Miller pouted, turning her head towards the window, "I'm not worth it."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Luke Land shook his head and sighed, "If I could control myself not to be nice to you, it would be great."
"Luke Land!" Upon hearing this, Eva Miller felt inexplicably choked, "Do you have some kind of masochistic tendency? I treat you so badly, often yell at you, bully you, and you still want to be nice to me? Are you crazy?"
"…"
Eva Miller didn't know why she suddenly felt this way, so she just assumed she was an emotionally volatile pregnant woman, making excuses for herself in her heart.
When the car stopped, Eva Miller opened the door and walked toward the hall, leaving Luke Land behind.
She thought maybe she should behave even worse, let Luke Land truly feel her 'badness,' so she could cut off all his fantasies about her.
