"Stop talking, I agree with you. No matter what you say, I agree. You're here for revenge, I know. If my agreement can make you less angry, I'm willing. Please don't hurt my parents." Lin Xiaotian, frightened pale, clutched his arm tightly, and agreed to him.
"Really? Are you truly willing to agree?" Li Zimo suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter laced with thick sarcasm, as he sized up Lin Xiaotian.
Li Zimo's gaze was like that on a piece of merchandise: "If you agree, you can be my wife on the surface, but in reality, you'll just be my concubine, never seeing the light of day. Weren't you once haughty and willful? Are you truly willing?"
Lin Xiaotian's heart ached fiercely, a piercing pain silently spreading throughout her body.
So the kind gestures she once couldn't help but offer him cautiously were seen as arrogance and capriciousness in his eyes?
