His brows slightly raised, a wicked smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
"Want it? Beg me if you want it."
No, she would die before she begged him!
Chen Zhi lay on the couch, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa, preventing herself from making an impulsive move.
"Just beg me, and it won't be so hard for you."
"No... I don't..." She refused to let him trample on the last bit of her dignity.
Si Ye came over, seized her hair, and lifted her head.
Chen Zhi's cheeks were flushed with color, her eyes brimming with shiny tears, her pitch-black eyes resembling water-soaked black jade grapes.
Her snow-white neck had a perfect arc, her rosy little mouth slightly open, her heaving chest delicate and well-formed.
In this state, she was damned tempting!
Si Ye suppressed the urge within him, spoke coldly, "Do you really not want it? Woman, didn't you say you wanted to serve me well, to win my favor? Is this your attitude?"
