All His Efforts To Win Me Over Were Meaningless

It was over. Again.

His large hand wrapped around my ankle, silently demanding another round.

A surge of frustration bubbled up in my chest. I kicked out, my bare foot planting squarely against his firm chest.

Before he could react, glowing lines of text suddenly materialized in the air right in front of my eyes.

[The male lead and the side character have zero chemistry. Just stop already. Neither of them is even enjoying this.]

[Honestly, he doesn't even like her. He's just using her to get off.]