Qin Shuang felt a sense of despair and closed her eyes.
She silently told herself inside, "This must be a dream, right?"
She must be dreaming, right?
Dreaming that He Zhiyao came to the airport to block her, right?
It couldn't be real; it definitely couldn't be real.
She couldn't be that unlucky.
Like counting sheep, Qin Shuang repeated it over and over in her mind until she finally mustered the courage to open her eyes a crack, and that's when she caught a glimpse of He Zhiyao, one hand holding her and the other leisurely swiping on his phone.
Qin Shuang's heart shattered into countless pieces.
It wasn't a dream.
That dog, He Zhiyao, had really come to hound her again.
Make him happy?
How was she supposed to make him happy?
Unless she offered herself like she used to.
What He Zhiyao was doing wasn't about forcing her to make him happy - he was clearly hinting for her to behave, to take the initiative, to let him—sleep with her.