He would soon make her pregnant.
"Repeat that to me at the club tonight," Bo Yeyuan's voice was hoarse as he gripped her expectantly.
"I forgot..."
His treasured words—had she just casually forgotten them?!
"I've been so good to you, what more could you want? Li Qiyu, even if I've done something wrong in the past, you've thrown me into the Antarctic and nearly killed me, that should be enough to repay me!"
"It's not enough..." Li Qiyu traced his eyebrows and eyes, how could it be enough when it had only just begun?
A servant brought a large bouquet of roses.
Bo Yeyuan's jaw tensed: "Do you know what roses represent? As long as you're as obedient as you were tonight every day, I can give you everything. Including love."
Li Qiyu, with her arms around his neck, laughed ironically, "Roses represent bloodshed, slaughter, betrayal!" She mocked his naivety—how could love ever be something one could give if they simply wished to?
"..."