"Ou Manhui!!!" Sheng Shaocheng interrupted her angrily before she could finish speaking. The hand that was originally holding hers now pinned her hands above her head, pressing them against the wall behind her, while the other hand pressed hard on her shoulder, as if venting her emotions.
She only looked at him with cold eyes, as if he were just an insignificant speck of dust.
Yes, how could she feel pain?
Only those who care feel pain.
Sheng Shaocheng's grip on her shoulder and the force on her palm suddenly loosened.
His hands slid down powerlessly, with a deep, unseen undercurrent hidden in his eyes.
He said, "I must be crazy to let you trample on me like this."
Ou Manhui's pupils contracted tightly.
Sheng Shaocheng had already turned and walked away.
She lowered her gaze, lacking the courage to look at his back, but she still heard his footsteps clearly, one by one, hitting the floor.
It was as if he was holding a gun, shooting one bullet after another into her heart.
