She gritted her teeth: "Wait for me in an hour. I will definitely satisfy you and then, you have to let me go."
"I'm curious to see how you'll satisfy me." Third Young Master Jun narrowed his displeased eyes. This woman who quivered at his touch, still dared to provoke him. Wasn't she afraid of slipping back to her past plight?
Clearly, this woman had forgotten pain after her wounds healed.
…
Naturally, Ye Lu couldn't possibly forget about the pain once the wound healed.
Even if she could forget anything, she would never forget the bone-deep pain this man gave her.
But there was no choice. For her child, for her future, she had to risk it all.
Her method was simple. To overcome this kind of fear, she could only do it in a state of unconsciousness. Hence, she had only one weapon—
With a determined spirit, Ye Lu rushed to the wine cellar in the villa. She stared at the row of foreign spirits, bravely picked up a bottle of whiskey.
