His eyes were blood-red, the corners stained as if with blood, haunting to the point of terror, yet he was still smiling, completely unaware of how frightening his smile was.
"Xuxu...be obedient, don't provoke me anymore," Qin He's hand rested on Meng Tingxu's ankle, the chill piercing to the bone: "You know me, I love you."
Meng Tingxu only felt the coolness at her ankle, slowly climbing through her body.
She shook her head repeatedly, looking at the man's exquisite face like fine jade, over and over she repeated to herself, "We are not married, so what right do you have to control me! What right do you have to control me! What right!"
Qin He knew that the string in his brain called rationality had been snapped once again by Meng Tingxu.
"What right do I have to control you?" Qin He repeated Meng Tingxu's words indifferently, his peach blossom eyes cold and unfathomable, articulating each word with utter seriousness, "Xuxu, how can you ask such a thing?"
