"Girl, why don't you like me?" Mo Junhua stepped back slightly, unsure if it was just his imagination, but he felt as though the fire had developed a consciousness. Despite lacking eyes, it seemed as if the flames were constantly watching him, ready to pounce and annihilate him should he dare to make a move on the girl.
It's like seeing a ghost!
Lan Tian tilted her head to look at him, her eyes now clear and cold, far from the drunken haze from before, and the words that came out were like ice daggers stabbing straight into Mo Junhua's heart.
"Why should I like you?" Lan Tian scoffed coldly.
Mo Junhua clutched his chest, feeling his heart sink to the abyss, icy and desolate.
"You made me suffer so much. Am I out of my mind? Playing both ends against the middle, enjoying the one while keeping an eye on the other, you're nothing but a scumbag," Lan Tian continued to mercilessly twist the knife.
Mo Junhua: "..." Covered in wounds.
