Do you even know what it means to like someone...
Xu Su pressed her lips together tightly, speechless for a moment.
'Like hell I do!'
Gu Yunjia was right. She had never truly cherished anyone's sincere feelings.
Not Zhou Mochen's, and not Xi Zirong's.
Sincere affection was something she'd gotten too easily, so she'd never treasured it, nor did she know how.
"Speak! Aren't you usually so talkative? Why are you quiet now?" Her speechlessness made her look even more guilty, as if her lie had been exposed. Seeing this, Zhou Mochen's rage boiled over. He kissed her, biting down. "You like him that much? What's so good about him? Xu Su, you tell me, how is he better than me!"
"How did he win you over? Tell me. Tell me everything, so I can at least understand why!"
The cuts in Xu Su's mouth had mostly healed, but Zhou Mochen's kiss was forceful, and it still hurt her. As if punishing herself, Xu Su didn't struggle, and tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily.
