Before the College Entrance Examination, a Rich Second-Generation Broke My Fingers. I Don't Want Pathological Love
Language: en
One month before the SAT, Lucas approached me once again to confess his feelings. The eighteen-year-old boy was bold and passionate. When he expressed his fondness for me, his cool eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars. However, I rejected him once more. The smile on Lucas's face vanished. He violently threw the roses in his hand at his lackey's face. The sharp thorns left several bloody gashes on the lackey's face, looking ghastly and terrifying. "It's all your fault! Aria must not like the roses you chose!" Lucas shouted. He vented his anger on the boy, kicking him repeatedly…