"I never should have let you live in the dorms, Xu Su. I trusted you so much, I gave in to you so much, and what did I get in return?" Zhou Mochen seemed deaf to her angry shouts, his eyes bloodshot from agitation. "You feel bad for him? You actually said you feel bad for him!"
The weather had turned cold. Xu Su was wearing a hooded sweatshirt with a jacket over it. Zhou Mochen's hand slipped inside.
Xu Su let out a furious laugh. "Zhou Mochen, do you really have to make things worse?"
It wasn't that she minded the place or the setting; what she minded was the current atmosphere.
'With the issue unresolved, he's already resorting to physical force. How is this any different from punishment sex?'
At this point, Xu Su still hadn't realized the gravity of the situation—not until Zhou Mochen unbuckled his belt and started on the button of her jeans.
His movements didn't pause as he looked up at her. "It's been seven days, Xu Su. Have you missed it?"
