"Fine, can't say it, can I? I'll see for myself." Zheng Haoyu fumed, his face growing even redder. He nodded, suddenly lunged at Su Nian, pressing her into the bed. His legs pinned hers; his hands began tearing at her clothes.
Like a mad beast, Su Nian was stunned for a moment. She slapped at his shoulders and back, "Haoyu, what are you doing?"
He didn't answer. Zheng Haoyu stripped off her jacket, flinging it aside. His hot, heavy breaths fanned against her ear. Su Nian only felt ticklish, but she did not think that Zheng Haoyu would want her now.
Her hands pushed against Zheng Haoyu's chest. "Zheng Haoyu, you're sick. Stay away from me, you could infect me."
"Really? So would you rather have me infect you, or that green-eyed old man outside?" Zheng Haoyu scoffed, his words dripping with disdain and disgust.
Su Nian blinked, nonplussed. What did he mean by that?
