Chapter 230 - He Was That Teenager That Saved Her That Year? (1) (2/2)

Mu Sihan’s pupils constricted a little. Although he did not treat her as a replacement, he indeed had another purpose in forcing her to stay by his side…

He did not dare to imagine what would happen if she found out.

Nan Zhi’s nose was a little stuffy. Seeing that Mu Sihan was not saying anything, her hands that were resting beside her, suddenly tightened and her fingernails sunk deep into her palms. “Mr Mu, let’s not bother each other anymore and end it here. I’m sure you wouldn’t be willing to force a woman, whose heart and body aren’t with you, to be with you, would you?”

“Your heart and body aren’t with me?” His large palm that was on her waist moved to pinch her dainty little chin. Closer and closer, his handsome and well-defined face moved towards hers. “Are you saying what you truly think?”

The force he was using on his fingers was not too strong, nor too light. However, she found she could not move away from him.

When he spoke, his nose and lips were very close to her. From the warmth of his breath, to the strong masculine smell surrounding his body, it enveloped her delicate skin in an overbearing manner that overtook her senses.

And she trembled from it.

Nan Zhi bit her lip. Her eyes slowly turned red as she stared at the handsome face right in front of her.

All this time, she had forced herself to be rational, to be realistic after she was cheated and used by the people closest to her four years ago. She was no longer the same Nan Zhi who was easily moved by people. She refused to be that naive girl any longer.

Despite herself, she did not know why she found herself moved by this man’s overbearingness and dominance…

Why?

Why him?

This feeling was not good at all. She couldn’t allow herself to be swayed again. To be played again.

“What I said was all truth. I hate you and from the moment I first saw you, I was already annoyed at you. I can’t stand how overbearing and domineering you are and how you stand there and step on the feeling of others like it’s some kind of insignificant game. That’s why…”

Before Nan Zhi could finish her words, the man took something from his pocket suddenly. His hand turned from a tightened fist into a stretched out palm as he held it out in front of Nan Zhi. “If you don’t care for me, then why did you keep something that belongs to me? Will you return it to me if you don’t need it?”

Nan Zhi felt like he was being ridiculous. When did she ever keep something of his?