"That doesn't stop me from hating you."
"Hate me? You just want me to be uncomfortable, to suffer retribution, right?" He caressed her cheek, chuckling lightly. "Luo Qiangwei, then show a bit of spine. If you have the guts, live a happy life for me to see, and make me regret my actions, hmm?"
She looked at him too, with tears hanging on her lashes, and sneered coldly, "Or I could just die, and make you regret it right now?"
The man's handsome face turned ice-cold in an instant, and the next second he leaned in and sealed her lips fiercely.
To say it was a kiss might not be fitting; it was more like he was biting her, as if punishing her without mercy, biting so hard it hurt terribly.
A chilling voice, sharp as frost, rang in her ear, a potent warning, "Luo Qiangwei, if you dare to play this death game, I will use all my resources to save you, and then make your life more agonizing than death—"
Trembling, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
