Ye Qilan held Su Hongxing tightly in his arms.
The tighter he held, the more tightly he felt she was gripped: "I want you. Whether now or in the future, you will be with me. It doesn't matter if you don't love me. I don't understand love anyway. Don't men and women always need a companion? Wouldn't it be nice if we stay together like this, until we grow old, until death?"
In this lifetime, other than Su Hongxing, it is impossible for him to exert this much emotion for any other woman.
All his joys and sorrows revolve around her. All of his passion is given to her. There can never be another one.
Su Hongxing quietly leaned into Ye Qilan's arms: "Ye Qilan, if you keep me, you will regret it."
Ye Qilan raised his eyebrows.
Her words were so familiar. She had told him before that he would regret it. In the end, he really did regret it, regretting that he was too assertive and left no room for flexibility between him and her.
