Lu Yanhe's last shred of rationality had long since snapped; there was no way he was worrying about any of that.
His face was flushed red, his eyes locked on her, and he gave a cold snort. "Talking about it won't change anything."
"..."
Su Jia knew he was serious this time. If she didn't follow through on what she'd just promised, then tomorrow morning she really could forget about getting out of bed.
So she let out a helpless sigh, a hint of grievance in her eyes, but didn't say anything more.
For Su Jia, this period had undoubtedly been a long, drawn-out torment.
When it was finally over, she squatted weakly on the floor, her whole body limp as she looked at him, unable to so much as lift a finger.
Lu Yanhe took a deep breath and reached his hand out to the person crouching on the ground.
Su Jia sank her teeth into him hard. He didn't dodge, just let her bite until the taste of blood filled her mouth and she finally let go.
