Not until a hand pressed down on her shoulder did Zhou Mochen's low, hoarse voice sound out, "You don't like me?"
Xu Su froze, then snapped, "You're still asking that kind of question? Zhou Mochen, shouldn't you know perfectly well whether I like you or not?"
"Then let me ask a different question." Zhou Mochen paused, then asked, "You don't like sleeping with me?"
Xu Su was speechless.
The question was so blunt it made her glare, her eyes wide with anger. She didn't want to answer, but when she saw his sullen expression, it was as if she'd hit a nerve.
Xu Su shouted in exasperation, "I do, I do! If I didn't like you, why would I be with you? For the fun of making my life difficult?"
After saying her piece, she angrily pinched Zhou Mochen's waist. "I'm a girl, for crying out loud! Do you really have to force me to admit I like sleeping with you? It's not exactly something to brag about!"
