Li Qiyu's slender fingers traced along his handsome face, as if memorizing it piece by piece. The smile at the corners of her mouth stiffened bit by bit, and her eyes seemed to well with tears.
Bo Yeyuan looked into her clear, bottomless eyes, as innocent as a baby's, and his heart clenched in pain.
"Li Qiyu... is this your way of punishing me with a game?" he gripped her small hand tightly, pressing it against his chest. His heartbeat was more violent with each beat, and his back was soaked with sweat.
He would rather have her hate him and reject him when she was lucid than to look at him teary-eyed like this.
As if he were a monstrous sinner—
"I admit, I imprisoned you out of selfish desire. I would rather you never hand her over so that I have a legitimate reason to keep you by my side, to make you mine. Li Qiyu... I want to commit a crime against you by confining you, and I even need an excuse... Do I lack courage that much?!"
