The next second, the elevator door opened.
But neither of them moved. With the breeze drifting into the elevator, Li Qiao heard a sentence, "For you, I have plenty of patience, there's no need for any delaying tactics."
A man who hides his obsessive nature, once he falls in love, it becomes a death-defying entanglement.
Especially for a man like Shang Yu.
Faced with certain unstable factors, he prefers to plan thoroughly before taking action.
Li Qiao pondered the meaning behind his words, her eyes then shimmering with cunning, "Does this mean, Master Yan, that I should just wait?"
Shang Yu raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her ear, his thumb grazing her cheek. As he leaned down, there was a wild willfulness in his posture, and his deep, inky black eyes also hid an undeniable dominance and aggression, "It's me who's waiting for you."
Waiting for you to see the side of me drenched in blood that no one knows, will you still maintain the same innocent heart?
