Ziana felt that Boris was very scheming.
She said those same words when she had confessed her love to him five years ago.
After five years, he said those exact same words to confess his love to her.
What a copycat!
"I don't want to," Ziana growled, "Get up now, or I'll scream!"
Like a mountain, his heavy body almost crushed her, and it was getting hard for her to breathe.
"Okay." Boris saw her face flushed with anger and moved to the other side. "OK. I'll ask you the question again tomorrow."
Ziana had gotten used to his words.
She sat up, straightened her clothes, and refused. "My answer is the same. No matter when you ask me. I don't want to engage in a romantic relationship with you at all."
"Then I'll ask until you agree." Boris continued his trick, relentless begging.