But he asked again, looking so nervous: "Fangfei, you once said that you like me a little...you said..."
Is it also fake? Is it because I say I like it because I am afraid?
He stared at her and stared at her. For some reason, he was eager to get a positive answer, and he must be affirmed and cannot be rejected!
Fangfei shook her head cautiously, "No, I don't like you! I have never liked you before! In the past, I was afraid of you, always afraid of you burning me to death; later, I was afraid of you, afraid of you forcing me.
After the main hall, it was a prison. Just like in the temple, I couldn't escape, so I had to accept my fate - in fact, I was just afraid of you, I was always afraid of you, and sometimes I hated you very much. How could I really like you
?No, really never! If it weren't for your tyranny, I would have gone far away long ago..."
He raised his hand, the gauze on his hand had already been removed, and there were faint scars.
She stared at the hand that was pounding with blue veins. She was not afraid of it. It shook slightly - she knew what this meant. She leaned back a little - but was still in his control.
He gritted his teeth: "Fangfei, don't talk anymore..."
"Oh? Your Majesty, you don't even have the courage to listen to a truth? Since you want to talk to me, I will just express my own opinion..."
He interrupted her roughly: "Stop saying it..."
The smell of alcohol plunged into her nose, and she turned her head in disgust.
This disgusting expression was unconcealed. For a moment, Luo Jia suddenly felt like something disgusting - she dared to do this! She dared to do this!
His hand was going down, almost slapped the table again, but he forced himself to hold it back and staggered: "Fangfei, don't force me... No woman dares to force me like this..."
She patiently said: "I'm not forcing you. Think about it, what capital do I have to force you? My life and death are in your hands. I'm just begging you..."
He roared: "Since you know this, just give me some peace!"