Edward once said that he had let Dean down.
And I would make it up to him for you.
Dean suddenly shook me off. His playful expression was tinged with anger and his voice was hoarse.
“Edward, Edward! You only know my brother!”
"Then why are you following me all day long?"
I pursed my lips and said nothing.
Dean sneered and poured the wine over my head, staring at me.
I stood rooted to the spot and didn't struggle.
"It's a pity that such good wine was splashed on a bitch like her." The bar girl looked at XO wine on the ground with slight distress.
Dean seemed to have realized something and nodded. He stared at me and smiled.
"Then lick it off. Anyway, you're a dog to me."
I looked at his familiar face in disbelief, almost unable to breathe.
His face, which used to be my favorite, was now full of hatred for me.
Dean grabbed my hair and forced me to look into his eyes.
"What are you waiting for? You don't want to? You can pretend to be aloof, and I'll help you."
Dean took off my short-sleeved shirt forcefully, leaving only the bra on my body.
I immediately covered my face, shamed and shocked.