Despite his efforts to maintain composure and calm, his breath had clearly become more hurried.
It was as if a flame was burning his soul from within.
Even, there was a trace of regret for pushing away that enchanting and ravishing woman.
Gu Siting's hands clenched tightly into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging out.
He turned away, no longer glancing at Ming Yao, "I have no interest in you, please have some self-respect!"
Ming Yao's face was flushed with a stunning crimson, and her eyes looking at Gu Siting were hazy.
Truth be told, she really wanted to throw herself at him again.
She could sense his restraint; perhaps, if she took the initiative one more time, he would surrender.
But having been pushed away twice in a row, she felt it was rather dull.
It's not like she couldn't find a good man, why let him humiliate her like this?
Could she really not stand it and ask Jing Hang to get that hunk back for her?