If one were to ignore Yuanya's expression, they could easily be mistaken as a pair of passionate lovers.
He felt the warmth of the woman in his arms, tightening his hold again and again, like a cold-blooded animal eagerly craving a semblance of warmth.
"Yuanya..."
After what felt like an eternity, she could feel his breath spreading against her ear.
She resisted, furrowed her brows, and turned her head away.
"I regret it somewhat, I really didn't expect your father to be so extreme. Can you give me the chance to atone?"
Duan Jingwen eagerly awaited her response.
His earnestness only grew Yuanya's fear.
What exactly was he thinking?
"How naive are you, to think that a simple apology would make up for a life that was nearly lost because of you?!"
With her rising anger, she involuntarily faced him, glowering at him with resentment in her eye.
The two faced each other; Duan Jingwen remained fixated on her red lips, a distant look in his eyes.
