17. Let go, don't force me to get physical with you!

An Xiaoyu reached out, trying to push Chu Mucheng away, but it was futile.

"Let go, or don't force me to get rough with you!"

However, Chu Mucheng still didn't move, he just stared at An Xiaoyu, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Get rough? He really wanted to see how she would go about doing that!

After four years, she really had changed a lot.

Now, she was even more beautiful than when she was younger.

If back then she was an unpolished gemstone, now she... was stunningly beautiful to the point of being startling.

Four years had worn away her childishness but had adorned her with maturity and elegance.

Even more importantly, she was no longer the little girl who would take his bullying and still keep her silence; she had become more confident, livelier, and more nimble, and towards him... more distant.

He knew that a big reason why she hadn't returned home during her years of studying abroad was because of him; she was deliberately avoiding him, hiding from him.