"Anyway, I don't want to take pictures. If you want to take pictures, you can do it yourself." Yu Yuanyuan shook his hand away fiercely.
Xia Zihao was just a barbarian, and he saw a few more red marks on his hands.
"It's not up to you, Yu Yuanyuan." Xia Zihao narrowed his eyes. That was a sign of his anger.
This sentence again
She was fed up and couldn't help herself, "So what? Even if you press me down and take the picture, you will still get some crappy pictures. I won't give you a smile. Can you control anything else about me? You can also control my expression.
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"Yu Yuanyuan, did I say that everything about you is mine, including your thoughts and people, including your expression of course?"
"If I want you to laugh, you can't cry. If I want you to cry, you can't be expressionless."
Xia Zihao stopped scratching her face to avoid taking off her makeup, but instead held her waist, which was quite strong.
“Let’s see how it goes”
"I give you one last chance. This is my reward tonight." Xia Zihao said calmly: "If you don't let me receive this reward, I'm afraid you won't be able to give me the reward I want after I go back."
Yu Yuanyuan understands the principle that a good man will not suffer the consequences of his immediate losses, but he just can't hold back his tone.
She has endured her anger for so many years. It doesn't matter that she can't choose her own marriage partner. Why is she still being forced to show affection?
Can there still be feelings between them?
It's just that Xia Zihao hates her, and she also hates Xia Zihao
It’s just that she forgot, how can there be hatred without love? The more you hate, the more you love because you love deeply
Both people ignored this
I only know that by torturing the other person and making the other person feel pain, only then can we have a real feeling, and truly feel that each other is still with each other and has not disappeared.
"I won't compromise." Yu Yuanyuan tried hard to break Xia Zihao's hand, but his hand was like an iron arm and couldn't break it.
Xia Zihao suddenly smiled strangely, "No. 7, give me your phone."
What is he going to do?
Yu Yuanyuan looked at him a little warily
Xia Zihao dialed a number and put it to his ear, "Hello, I'm Xia Zihao."