She furrowed her slender brows and coldly said to Sky Moore, "Let go!"
Her wrist was tightly gripped by the man, painfully so.
The man's eyes, black and seemingly bottomless, looked at her gloomily as if restraining something. After a while, he took a deep breath and said to Lily Smith, "Lily, I like you."
Such a heartfelt confession, in this place, this situation, carried a threatening tone. Lily Smith coldly raised her eyebrows, "And?"
"I don't want you to be with anyone else."
He said it with conviction and seriousness.
Lily Smith almost laughed angrily, "Who I am with has what to do with you? Since when is it your place to hope or not hope?"
Sky Moore fell silent again, the emotions in his eyes, which had calmed, flared up again because of Lily Smith's words. Lily could feel him squeezing her hand tighter and tighter, almost crushing her bones.
"Let go!" Lily, holding onto her computer, unable to struggle, shouted angrily: "Sky Moore! Let me go!"
