Both hands!
"What, guilty, guilty, or condemned by conscience? Only, do you have a conscience? "In my eyes, you look even more repulsive than those men who just threw themselves at me." Hate him? No, she didn't hate him. She was sad, sad, and disappointed.
"Disgusting in appearance? Then continue to hate it! " Xi Mu Cheng pressed his hand on the back of her head and forced her into the passenger seat.
None of them spoke along the way. The car was silent, the air flowing as if it were about to freeze.
She staggered a little as she stared at her frail figure, slowly disappearing from his sight. He really wanted to grab her back, give her a warm hug, and press her down, telling her that he did not want her.
But why didn't he do so?
He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, very hard, very hard, as if this was the only way to slightly reduce the suffocating feeling in his heart.