I came to her, picked her up and put her on the bed, letting her struggle in my arms.
"What are you going to do?" She deliberately kept herself calm, but I still detected a bit of fear on her face.
I pressed on her and held her hands: "Don't you like me?"
She said: "Yes, but don't you like me?"
I said, "That's because I didn't have the foresight before!" Then I took off my belt.
She hurriedly shouted to stop, "If two people are happy with each other, it doesn't necessarily have to be... That!"
I said seriously: "Have you ever been in love? 'Love' has to be done. If you don't do it, how will you know if you really love me?"
I feel like I have lost my humanity at this time. This is all forced by life...