"Tong—Ran!" Mo Nanjue roared violently upon hearing her words. His sword-like brows were deeply furrowed, and his black pupils blazed with fury, as if he was ready to tear her apart, "You'd better take back what you just said!"
Calling him a waste of time? Today, this woman must have grown a lion's heart and a leopard's gall!
"Why should I take it back? Did I say something wrong? If our relationship isn't that of a sponsor and mistress, are we boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife?!" She truly didn't understand; sometimes this man moved her tremendously, yet other times he was terrifyingly violent. What did he see her as, exactly?
A toy for him to vent his frustrations? A little dog?
He'd hand out a treat when he was happy, and strike her to vent his anger when he wasn't?!
His bloodthirsty eyes locked tightly on her, "The nature of our relationship isn't important. What's important is that you must be mine!"
"My body is already yours, what more do you want?"