No matter what Mo Ran said, his actions never paused for a moment.
The bangs on his forehead drooped, covering his eyes, and under the shadow, his eyes looked even more dark and terrifying.
With lips tightly pursed, his body strained taut, a vein throbbed on his forehead.
After ripping off her top, he began pulling at her pants.
At that moment, his mind was filled with just one thought, he wanted her! She belonged to him, and only he could have her!
"Tearing—" The thin fabric of the pants was ripped apart, and when he saw the dark stain on the white underwear, Gu Yixuan’s movements abruptly stopped.
"Slap—" Mo Ran slapped him across the face.
Now he was satisfied, she had tasted humiliation.
Gu Yixuan looked up in disbelief, his heart ached violently when he saw Mo Ran’s pale face and the cold sweat on her forehead.
She was on her period, it always caused her severe pain.
And yet, he had attempted to be rough with her...
Mo Ran bit her lip tightly, refusing to let herself cry.
She pushed away the man who stood there like a wooden chicken, pulled out some clean clothes from the cabinet, and went to the bathroom.
It was only then that Gu Yixuan realized that she wasn’t packing to leave just now; she just wanted to change her clothes...
Standing at the bathroom door, he didn’t know what to say or what to do next.
Every time he got angry because of her, he would lose his mind. In truth, he didn’t want to treat her like that.
Soon, Mo Ran opened the door and came out, not giving him a single glance. She lifted the blanket, lay down on the bed, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Gu Yixuan stood with pursed lips for a while, then slowly walked up to her.
Just as he crouched down, Mo Ran suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him coldly.
"Gu Yixuan, I apologize for being repeatedly late today. You’re right; we don’t need to get married. Let’s just continue this way, until the day you grow tired of me, and then I’ll leave." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs N0veI.Fiɾe.net
"Ranran..." Gu Yixuan clenched his fists tightly, his voice trembling.
"I... I don’t not want to marry you... I was just too angry... I won’t say those kinds of things again..."
Mo Ran lay flat, her gaze on the ceiling, her tone indifferent.
"I can understand your anger; you can lash out at me, you can be angry with me. But why do you doubt my loyalty to you, why say those serious words? Don’t you know? The words you utter, they’re like a knife, plunging into my heart, so painful that I want to die."