There must be something wrong with this man’s brain.
Noticing the sullen look on my face, Theo was put in a good mood and smiled. "Is there something you want t o say to me?"
"No." I was full of indifference. I said while getting out of bed, "It's getting late. I should go.”
I walked quickly toward the door of the room after saying that.
However, before I could even reach the door of the room, the man caught up to me. He embraced me from behind, then tossed me back to the bed. I grew tremendously dizzy from the throw and was so angry that I wanted to bite him to death.
"Are you sick in the head, Theo?" I yelled at him.
The man nodded, his expression was naturally indifferent.
He tossed aside the towel he used to wipe his hair and spoke in a low, attractive voice, "I’m lovesick.”
I did not bother paying any attention to him and tilted my head to the side, not wanting to look at him.
It was mainly because his top was bare and I could
not bring myself to stare at him without feeling psychologically pressured.
"Why aren't you looking at me?" Theo asked with a smile.
I pursed my lips and said faintly, "There are pajamas i n the hotel. Please put them on."
He acted as though he did not hear what I said and climbed into bed straight away. He slowly approached me, his voice growing more and more attractive. "It's not like you haven't seen it before."
I was momentarily speechless. Smelling the body wash on him, I could not help but move back and ask," What do you want?"
"You don’t know what the fuck I want?" he asked me, stressing the word 'fuck' extra hard.
I retreated to the head of the bed and could not retreat further. I looked at Theo and swallowed my saliva, saying, "Don’t come near me. It’s getting late.”
I continued after a pause, "Since you’re willing to let m e go, then I’ll be going back now."
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