Living Only For Myself: Make Those Who Hate Me Regret It Chapter 214: "The Honey Trap Is Useless!

Hiding under the covers, Xu Su rustled as she quickly changed her pants, then balled up the blanket and hurled it at Zhou Mochen.

She snapped furiously, "Zhou Mochen, you bastard! Does forcing yourself on a girl make you feel tough? Does scaring make you happy?"

Rembering what he had just said, Xu Su’s anger flared even hotter. She grabbed the other pillow and threw it at him too. "Don’t you ever say things like that to again."

’What a "good little squirm"... Where did he learn to say such filthy things?!’

Xu Su gritted her teeth, her face a mixture of sha and fury as she looked up at the man who stood perfectly still, letting her throw things at him...

Zhou Mochen stood expressionlessly by the bed, two pillows and a blanket scattered at his feet. He stared intently at her, his bloodshot eyes showing a hint of helplessness.

For a man who was always so dominant, this expression made him look surprisingly vulnerable and pitiable.

Especially since this man was Zhou Mochen, who had been on the verge of a complete breakdown just monts before...

The sha and fury that filled Xu Su’s chest instantly lted into a complex, indescribable emotion... It was guilt.

’Though, she wasn’t sure what she had to feel guilty about. Hadn’t she just been in a relationship without his knowledge?’

’They had no relationship back then. At best, it had been his one-sided pursuit of her.’

But she just felt guilty. Looking at Zhou Mochen like this, on top of the guilt, she even felt a pang of heartache for him.

Even though he had almost done sothing so awful to her, Xu Su still felt that this seemingly indestructible man was now incredibly fragile... the kind of fragile that would shatter with a single touch, ready to collapse at any second.

An uncontrollable softness spread through her chest. Xu Su reached out, tugged on the hem of his shirt to pull him closer, and knelt on the bed to wrap her arms around his waist. "You did the right thing by stopping, Zhou Mochen. I’m the type of person who holds a grudge. You could be good to a hundred or a thousand tis, but if you hurt just once, that thorn will stay buried in my heart for a lifeti."

’She’s talking about a lifeti...’

The hand hanging at Zhou Mochen’s side twitched, then ca to rest on her shoulder.

"I like you, so your attitude toward matters even more. If you had really forced just now, I would never be able to let it go for as long as we were together. Every ti we shared a bed, I would rember today. It would be impossible for to be with you without holding it against you."

Xu Su sniffled, tightening her arms around his waist and complaining pitifully, "You have to be gentler, you know?"

Zhou Mochen listened in silence. When Xu Su finished, his expression finally wavered. He tried to defend himself, "I wasn’t using much force."

’No matter how angry he was, he could never bear to truly hurt her.’

Xu Su couldn’t suppress her sense of injury. "...That might not be much force for you, but it hurts even when I accidentally bump myself."

Zhou Mochen frowned slightly and withdrew his hands. "Are you sick?"

He cupped Xu Su’s face, his expression turning serious. "It hurting from just an accidental bump... that’s not normal."

Although Zhou Mochen had no firsthand experience himself, he had seen and heard plenty growing up, and he had no shortage of hedonistic playboy friends.

"...I’m not sick." Being stared at like that while discussing such a topic made Xu Su’s face flush. "Anyway, if I don’t want to, you can’t force . And... don’t be so aggressive."

From Zhou Mochen’s perspective, her curled lashes looked like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, and her fair, jade-like face was flushed with a rosy blush. Xu Su’s shyness was a beautiful sight, like a masterpiece worthy of being passed down through generations.

Before today, Zhou Mochen would have been filled with elation. ’The girl I adore is blushing for . What could possibly make happier?’

But now, there was only an icy coldness in his heart...

’Has she shown this bashful look to soone else?’

’Did she use this sa mix of charming and bossy behavior to order that other guy around?’

’In monts of passion, did she act all cute and coy with that boy, Xi Zirong?’

’...So things were better left unthought.’

Bitterness flooded Zhou Mochen’s chest.

’She said that hurting her once would leave a thorn buried in her heart.’

’But did she have any idea that his own heart was already riddled with a thousand wounds because of her?’

He carefully suppressed the frantic thoughts swirling in his mind. Zhou Mochen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he reached out and gently wrapped his hand around Xu Su’s neck.

His tone was calm. "Begin. Tell the story of you and him, from start to finish."

The man’s hand was large, and the girl’s neck was graceful and delicate. He could easily encircle it with one hand; with just a little pressure, he could snap it.

Zhou Mochen’s face was devoid of expression, which was actually rather terrifying—it felt like the calm before a volcanic eruption.

But Xu Su didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of fear. She kept her arms around Zhou Mochen’s waist, forced him to sit down, and then leaned her entire body against him.

The hand on her neck was uncomfortable, so Xu Su casually peeled it off and placed it on her own waist.

Zhou Mochen sat there with a stiff expression, letting Xu Su reposition him. His hand rested on her waist, unmoving.

Seeing him act so awkwardly, Xu Su found it inexplicably endearing.

She had known for a long ti that she liked him, but now, Xu Su felt she might like him even more than she had realized.

’I want to kiss him...’

The mont the thought occurred, Xu Su acted on it without the slightest hesitation. She straddled Zhou Mochen’s lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head up to press a kiss to his chin.

"The honey trap won’t work!" Zhou Mochen’s voice was strained, as if spoken through gritted teeth. He gripped her waist tightly. "Don’t think you can fool your way out of this!"

"..." Xu Su’s eyelashes fluttered. ’...But she wasn’t trying to fool him. If she didn’t make things clear, this topic would never be put to rest.’

’But... even if she did explain it all, could they really move on from this?’

Xu Su paused, then straightened up to look him in the eye. "What do you want to know? Zhou Mochen, go ahead and ask. I’ll tell you everything."

After speaking, she tried to get off his lap to have a proper conversation.

Zhou Mochen gripped her waist, not letting her move. When she looked at him, he asked, "When did you two get together?"

Xu Su answered quickly. "After the math competition last year. I don’t rember the exact date, but it was around November. So, if you do the math, it hasn’t even been a full year."

’It’s only July... it really hasn’t been a year.’

"November..."

Zhou Mochen thought for a mont, then actually laughed, his eyes filled with scorn. "The first ti I kissed you was also last November. Xu Su, don’t tell you had just been kissed by him right before that... No wonder you were so angry."