Cheng Yu's strength was not such that just three days would tire him; he could easily hold out for thirty days.
The only reason I could think of that made him suddenly give up was the woman in white who had just appeared.
Cheng Yu's hand caressed my back as he spoke to me in a doting tone, "These days can be considered a lesson for both families, a price paid for what they've done in the past."
I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, though my heart felt like it had been placed in an ice cellar, slowly growing colder bit by bit.
"Mr. Cheng, is it because you feel it's enough, or because you can't bear it?"
Hearing my words, Cheng Yu furrowed his brows, and in the moment our eyes met, I couldn't discern the expression in his eyes.
Then he chuckled lightly in a wanton and lazy manner, "What is there for me to regret?"
