Ye Lu was restrained by him, and no matter how much she struggled, he wouldn't let go.
Her heart beat violently, feeling an unparalleled firmness and heat on her lips, as if a fierce fire was burning her heart.
ThirdYoung Master Jun released her, his eyes — close by — deeply gazing into hers,
"Don't talk tough if you're going to cry. For your tear, dying is without regret!"
Ye Lu's eyes were moist, tears sliding down as she looked at him helplessly — he was indeed hard to deceive.
"No more crying. A man who makes a woman cry is a worthless man."
Third Young Master's rough fingers quietly wiped away her tears, his face full of tenderness, but his voice was filled with disdain.
