“You’re lying.” Mo Liuxi gripped her wrist, pulled her to himself, and looked at her aggressively. “Your face is covered in tears. You cried, for another man.”
His tight grip caused Yan Su pain. She felt annoyed. “Even if I did cry for another man, it has nothing to do with you.”
Her words pierced into Mo Liuxi’s heart like a sharp sword. He never felt so angry and restless in his whole life. He made her snacks every night, yet she said it had nothing to do with him. Did she think that Shi Xiang was better than him? Or, was he never as important as Shi Xiang to her?
“Okay, since you said it has nothing to do with me, today, I’m gonna make your business mine,” Mo Liuxi said with a frosty voice. He lifted her and threw her onto the bed. Before Yan Su could react, Mo Liuxi laid his tall and strong body upon her.
“Mo Liuxi, don’t make me hate you.” Yan Su pressed both hands against her chest.
She was already very upset as she had made everything clear with Shi Xiang, and she had learned the true reason why she had to break up with him. Now, Mo Liuxi was bullying her again. Somehow, that sadness exploded in her heart, and the tears gushed out of her eyes uncontrollably.
“Why are you crying? I haven’t done anything yet.” Mo Liuxi had seen many women cry in front of him. 90 percent of the women that he turned down had cried. Therefore, women’s tears could barely affect him.
But this time, seeing Yan Su cry made him feel panic and helpless; it was the first time.
“You are bullying me! You all bully me!” Yan Su cried louder and louder, not only for her lost love, but also for herself.
Mo Liuxi paused for a few seconds, then his pretty face grew cold again.
“Did Shi Xiang try to hurt you just now? What did he do? That bastard! I’m gonna kill him!”
He quickly got up from the bed.
Yan Su hurriedly pulled his coat and said, “He didn’t.”
“He didn’t? I saw your lipstick on his face. Did he try to kiss you?” said Mo Liuxi angrily. “I’m telling you, only I can kiss your lips.”
Yan Su never thought he’d notice the lipstick on Shi Xiang’s face. She hadn’t even noticed it. She was too sad.
Hearing Mo Liuxi’s bossy tone, her pale face reddened, and her heart leaped a little.
“He… he didn’t kiss me. I fought back. My lips brushed across his face. It’s not what you think.” Yan Su dropped her head and murmured.
“So he did try to kiss you.” Mo Liuxi nodded. He sounded calm, yet a tsunami seemed to be breeding underneath his voice. “What a monster. I like you, but I never thought about kissing you against your will. Does he think that he can do whatever he wants because he’s a superstar now? Does he believe that no one in the world can bring him down?”
“It’s not like that.” Yan Su worried that Mo Liuxi might make it big news, so she tried to explain. “We…”
“You are not allowed to say that about you and him. Nothing is going on between you two,” said Mo Liuxi bossily and determinedly. “You have nothing to do with each other anymore, not even if he’s your ex-boyfriend.”
“You guessed that?” Yan Su was surprised. “I had hoped no one would have guessed.” Her tone of speaking let Mo Liuxi knew that he was right. A stream of bitterness burst in his heart. “He was in your room, while Jiaojiao was guarding the door, and you cried. There was definitely a story between you two.”