SMACK.
Jiang Zheyu's hand flew out and slapped the man across the face.
Si Yu's head snapped to the side. His long, silver hair fell forward, partially obscuring the sharp, clean line of his jaw. Her eyes were drawn to his vibrant red lips, still moist and swollen from their kiss, and the lip stud that glinted under the stark white light.
He turned his head back, his hand clamping onto the back of her head. Just as he was about to force another kiss on her, Jiang Zheyu quickly covered her mouth with both hands. She looked up at him and said stiffly, "Um, don't tell me you still like me? After I cursed you out like that, you still like me?"
"I don't like you." Si Yu's gaze lowered slightly, his dark green eyes watching her quietly.
The moment the female had called him a lowly Male Beastman, his favorable impression of her had plummeted to rock bottom.
