"You can insult me, but you have no right to insult Fengjian Hong. He is a truly good man, a man who sincerely cares for me, sympathizes and cherishes me. He is not something you self-righteous and superior men can compare to." She said with a smile on her face.
Angry, his voice rose an octave.
When Ji Mo saw that she was so protective of Feng Jianhong and argued loudly with him, which was not like her usual submissive character, Ji Mo became even more angry.
Do you care that much about Kazama Hong? It seems that you really have feelings for that man, and even said that Kazama Hong is not comparable to men like them.
"It seems that you really like him." He said coldly.
"Yes, I really like him." Mu Baoer did not deny it.
Even though they had not been together for a short time, Hong Kazama's kneeling down and his words of willingness to go out of his way to help his friend moved her heart deeply.
Such a man who has a basic conscience and treats her well is at least the best of all the people she has met. Much better than one or two of these men who only take advantage of her, are cold-blooded, and hurt her.
Ji Mo suddenly stood up and forced her to the floor-to-ceiling glass window: "Baoer, let me ask you the truth, do you hate me very much?"
Mu Baoer was forced to press her body against the glass, feeling immense pressure rushing towards her face. Looking at Ji Mo's strange and calm expression, she really couldn't figure out what he meant by asking such a question.
Of course, apart from fear and powerlessness towards this man, she probably only had disgust and subtle hatred.
But how could she say it? It would definitely anger him, and I don't know how he would torture herself. But if she was asked to go against her conscience and say that she didn't hate him, she really couldn't make such a hypocritical statement.
So I can only remain silent.
"This is your acquiescence! Even though you usually act nonchalant, you still hate me." Ji Mo smiled, but there was no joy in the smile, only sarcasm and a faint anger.
Mu Baoer lowered his eyes lightly: "Whether I hate it or not, is it important to Mr. Ji?"
"...Of course it's not important." Ji Mo smiled lightly.
"There are more people like you, those who love you and those who hate you. One more of me is not more, and one less of me is not a lot. Mr. Ji doesn't care about me that much. And I really can't like someone who has hurt me."
I am the one who raped me." Mu Baoer said calmly.
The true hurt is irreparable. She is just an ordinary woman who suffered a lot of hurt because she once loved a scumbag.
Love is not reflected through hurt. She is scarred both physically and mentally. She just wants someone who is really good to her, will not hurt her, and someone who loves her and cherishes her.
You don't need to be grand, or someone rich or wealthy, just be ordinary and simple, and don't want to get entangled with these men. They are too strong, self-centered, and don't care about other people's feelings and pain.
What's more, in their hearts, they never respect her. They treat her either as a pawn or as a slave, teasing her when they are happy and hurting her at will when they are unhappy.
After hearing her calm and indifferent words, especially the statement that she would not like someone who raped or raped her, Ji Mo fell silent in a rare moment, with no emotion on his face.
After a while, his deep voice sounded.
"So, if possible, you will definitely escape from me, right?"