Chen Xu chewed slowly. The compressed biscuit was hard and had a rather poor texture, but it tasted surprisingly good—scallion-flavored.
He swallowed the biscuit in his mouth before speaking. "Go on."
Xia Jinse held the biscuit she had taken a bite from and said slowly, "I need private space. You are not to come near me at any time."
"Heh..."
Chen Xu could not help laughing, making no effort to hide the mockery in it.
"What's so funny?"
Xia Jinse's face turned slightly cold. Her gaze at that moment once again gave Chen Xu a strange feeling, as though he were facing a company executive.
He became curious about what this woman did in real life. Anyone who could make others feel pressured with a single look had to be extraordinary.
But this was his dream. Even if Trump himself showed up, Chen Xu would not be intimidated in the slightest. He would still argue right back.
"Your request is a little ridiculous."
The mockery on Chen Xu's face deepened. "Take a look at the situation we're in. This place is a ruin, and we could run into monsters at any time. We can barely guarantee our survival, yet you're asking for private space?"
After the previous dream, he had gained some experience. When dealing with beautiful women from good backgrounds who were proud and high-minded, he absolutely could not fawn over them or indulge them.
When he was young and naïve, he had once foolishly believed that as long as he treated others sincerely, he would receive the same sincerity in return. Reality, however, had slapped him across the face again and again.
More often than not, the more you tried to please and accommodate someone, the less they took you seriously.
Many times, if you gave people an