Who the hell are you?

Alla turned her head slightly, not fully understanding Casiano. "Did I not make myself clear, or did you not hear me correctly?"

He rubbed her cheek with his fingertips, whispering, "I've never pursued you before. Starting from now, I'll pursue you. If you still feel we're not right for each other, then I'll let go and never bother you again."

She opened her lips, wanting to refuse, but Casiano pressed his fingertips against her lips again. "You need time to overcome psychological obstacles, then let me accompany you during this time, pursuing you."

Alla's intention was to grow on her own, not to have him accompany her. 

But he unilaterally decided, "That's the way it is. You should go out."

Alla's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "You..."

The hand Casiano had around her waist pulled her sharply forward to his lower abdomen. 

"If you don't go, then you can help me."