"Let's be together." He reached out a hand and brushed his thin lips against her cheek, kissing her. "Sangsang, let's do it, okay?" In the past, every quarrel would end like this. If this could resolve their differences and melt her cold heart, he was willing to try.
"No! Let go of me! Don't touch me!" She blurted out without thinking, struggling violently.
Unable to break free, she glared at him with fierce resentment. "Jiang Jinghuai, every time you touch me now, it makes me nauseous. If you touch me again, do you believe I'll throw up right on your face?"
He stopped and spoke faintly, "So I've made you hate me this much?"
