Lily, upon hearing his words, not only did not let go but instead embraced him even tighter.
Pressed by her soft body, Zuo Mufeng felt extremely troubled. Was she overestimating his self-control?
His hands reached for her waist, intending to lift her up.
Lily looked at him as though she was very reluctant.
Finally, she let go of her hands and freed Zuo Mufeng.
"Zuo Mufeng, do you despise me?"
She turned around, avoiding his gaze.
Yes, her hands were stained with fresh blood; she was not an ordinary girl.
Just now, she must have been insane to act so irrationally.
Zuo Mufeng listened to her words, looked at her silhouette, and his entire being was shrouded in sadness.
She knelt on the floor, attempting to pick up her clothes to put them on.
He could no longer bear it, and pulled her back in one swift move, pressing her down on the bed.
His eyes slightly red, he pressed her again, "Are you... are you really sure you want to be my woman?"
