An Yue was silent, unsure of what to say, as Dang Yang was so self-disciplined...
"Speak up." Dang Yang asked An Yue.
"...Say what?" An Yue looked at Dang Yang, already feeling somewhat weaker in demeanor.
What was this inexplicable sense of shame inside?
Clearly, it was Dang Yang who had forced her, so he should be the one feeling ashamed... Yet now Dang Yang looked self-assured, while she, the victim, inexplicably felt a sense of shame.
What was this all about?
"..."
Dang Yang was so angry he wanted to punch An Yue.
Say what?
Looking at this woman, was she planning to be an ostrich and avoid his question?
Of course, it was about what to do next.
He had already confessed to her.
Was she accepting or not?
"I confessed to you, do you accept or not?" Dang Yang asked, suppressing his temper.
An Yue looked at Dang Yang: "I... don't accept."
Dang Yang didn't speak, just looked at An Yue with deep, low eyes.
An Yue: "..."
