C53 Lack of Self-Control
"Right. You can't trust a man." I say with a bitter voice possible, directly looking into his eyes.
He let out a hiss, "Sanaya, stop thinking so low of me. I'm not...I can't..." He sighs in defeat, "Let's get back to home. It's late."
He grabs my hand. I instantly pull it back, "I said I won't go with you." I grit, "Get out of my sight. I hate to even look at you."
He furrows his brows