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 me make you happy?"
Remembering 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 me 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 shame 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.
