"Who says you, Yigol Foster, have a reputation for changing women more often than clothes? I, for one, do not want to be your clothes."
Yigol Foster gritted his teeth in hate.
Did he hate the woman in front of him for not understanding his feelings, or did he hate himself for his past flirtatiousness?
He couldn't figure it out.
While Forsythia Brown saw Yigol gritting his teeth, she playfully winked at him, as if to say, 'you know what I mean,' and then started chatting with Dawn Bakr, Noah Whitfield, and others nearby.
What kind of look was that?
Flirtatious and unafraid of trouble?
If no one was around, he would've dragged her over and spanked her.
But, the more she ignored him, the more her sometimes playful, sometimes violent, sometimes foul-mouthed self drew his heart in.
He had to conquer her, this little chili pepper.
This would be the biggest challenge of his life.
Once he set this life goal, Yigol's heart burned with passion, eager to try immediately.
