Qin Yin laughed, "What about now? Do you agree?"
"I do not agree."
Lan Jin deliberately irritated him, then forcefully freed her hand and stuffed it back into her pocket, quickening her pace as she walked ahead.
Qin Yin was frozen in place, staring at his empty palm. That hollow feeling surged in his heart again, as if something had gouged at it, causing an unbearable discomfort. A fleeting look of disappointment crossed his face, but he quickly chased after her with a devilishly charming smile.
"One day, you will agree."
His assertion was decisive, exuding both confidence and dominance.
Little did he know, at this moment Lan Jin's heart was in turmoil. She admitted to herself that one day she would indeed fall into this man's hands and completely succumb.
The fingers of her right hand in her pocket involuntarily caressed, as if they could still feel the warmth of his touch, sending ripples through her heart and kindling a longing obsession.
