Fu Wenzhou, however, tied it even tighter.
"What's so great about Ruan Mingchen?" His trembling hands gripped her shoulders as he leaned in, his movements fierce and stubborn, yet also fragile and pitiful. "You like him but not me?"
The burning heat pressed against her, and the itch she had been suppressing suddenly erupted. Song Qingyou coughed violently, one cough after another, unable to catch her breath.
A flicker of heartache crossed Fu Wenzhou's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it: "Youyou, don't think I'll let you off the hook like this. Unless I'm dead, you can forget about marrying that Ruan guy!"
Song Qingyou tried his best to calm his breathing. He would have panicked by now if he had been coughing like this. It seemed that the puppy was really angry.
Her head was throbbing from coughing. Suddenly, Fu Wenzhou stood up, went to the living room, found a pill, and forced her to swallow it.
After taking the medicine, the itching finally subsided, and Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyes, "Come here."
Fu Wenzhou remained motionless, his face grim.
Song Qingyou frowned slightly, her eyes indifferent, and just looked at him.
Two minutes later, Fu Wenzhou walked to her side, his expression still not good.
Song Qingyou said, "I have a headache."
Fu Wenzhou's handsome face was as dark as a deep pool, and his eyes were full of hostility as he walked behind her and massaged her temples.
With her headache much lessened, Song Qingyou's voice was soft and gentle, carried on the sound of the wind: "Did I agree to be your girlfriend?"
She could clearly sense that the other person paused for a moment, and continued, "Just because you like me, does that mean I have to like you back?"
Fu Wenzhou's face was shrouded in a blood-red gloom, and his eyes held a heavy, suppressed tension before the storm.
Song Qingyou showed no sign of stopping: "Who I marry is my freedom, what's it to you?"
Fu Wenzhou's fingers froze completely, his face darkening horribly.
Three questions in a row felt like a slow, agonizing torture on him.
"Heh." He laughed, his eyes almost bloodshot. "Song Qingyou, you..."
"Whose perfume are you wearing?" Song Qingyou interrupted him.
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