Mr. Song Xun couldn't help but snort coldly as she provoked him; his gaze fell upon her face, which was indeed swollen and red, grotesquely distorted from its original fair and delicate beauty.
His eyes tightened, a flash of distress bursting forth from within.
But it was only for a moment, that tenderness vanished in an instant.
The next second, mocking words were spoken coldly from his mouth, "Fall in love with you? Ha, only a fool would obsess over love. I don't need love, and I'll never fall for you in this lifetime."
Song Muyu knew he would say something like that.
She had never harbored any illusions that he would fall in love with her.
How could he possibly fall in love with her?
She had only asked the question on purpose, to make him leave the room.
"That's right, you've confirmed I've fallen for you, so you bully me to your heart's content, thinking I can be bullied at any time, that whenever you want to touch me, I should just open my arms to welcome you!"