He gasped lowly, fine sweat seeped from his forehead, and his eyes were dark and burning with the brutal desire of a wild beast.
"Don't force me to do what I don't want to do," he said, his voice husky as he stared at her eyes.
Qiao Zhaoyue trembled all over, exhaling slowly, her tone icy, "So? What does Young Master Fu plan to do?"
Fu Yuxiu lowered his eyelids, concealing the murderous and hateful intent in his eyes.
He gripped her waist, leaned in close to her ear, and warned her word by word, "Qiao Zhaoyue, you'd better behave, or I guarantee you'll regret it."
After he finished speaking, he let go of her and walked straight out.
The moment the door closed, Qiao Zhaoyue's body went limp as she slumped onto the edge of the bed, tears falling in large drops onto the snowy pillow.
She raised her hand to wipe them away, choking back sobs.
All she wanted was to live her life quietly; could these people stop appearing in front of her, disrupting her originally peaceful life?
