Ye Xiong was no saint, nor particularly noble.
He was just an ordinary man, burdened with nearly all the flaws common to men, namely, his inability to resist beautiful women.
He liked Du Yuehua, liked Yang Xinyi, and also liked Luo Weiwei.
Yang Xinyi was pure, as cold and indifferent as an Ice Mountain, making him want to melt her constantly. Such a woman would be the best type of wife; Luo Weiwei interested him greatly—not to mention her voluptuous figure, her righteous personality alone was something he quite fancied. Countless times, he fantasized about rolling in bed with her, wondering if she would be just as domineering as usual—whether it would be her on top or him.
As for Sister Hua, there was even less need to say—her charm and tender feelings were something he could not let go of.
He wanted to possess all these women; to say otherwise would be a lie.
But there was a prerequisite: these women had to be with him of their own free will; he would never force anyone.
