Don't touch me...
The three soft words left Xu Su frozen in place.
In two lifetimes, this was the first time Zhou Mochen had ever refused her touch.
For a moment, Xu Su was at a complete loss. "What on earth is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong..." Zhou Mochen repeated, his tone taunting. He suddenly raised a hand, grabbed her by the neck, and yanked her in front of him. "Xu Su, all this time, how have I treated you?"
"..." Xu Su was bewildered. "What is wrong with you?"
'Didn't I already promise to interact less with Shen Chen from now on...'
"Answer my question. How have I treated you?"
His grip tightened, causing a sharp pain in the back of her neck. A sheen of involuntary tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
Normally, Zhou Mochen doted on Xu Su, treating her like a precious jewel—always gentle, considerate, and protective.
But now, even as she winced in pain with tears brimming in her eyes, he didn't loosen his grip.
