Although he was far from an immovable sage, he would never force a woman, especially one who radiated rejection and fear towards him.
Besides, no matter where and who he was, stunning and gentle women, proficient and distinguished, or even those from notable families, would flock to him uninvited. It's just that none had ever piqued his interest enough.
If it weren't for his belief that she was the Little Wild Cat he had encountered that night, her beauty, even if entirely unveiled before him, wouldn't warrant a second glance from him.
But if she truly was his Little Wild Cat, then why, despite his repeated testing just now, even nearly..., did she show no resistance at all?
Instead, she only began crying and begging for mercy at the very end...
He certainly hadn't forgotten the Little Wild Cat from that night, who had been fiercely defensive, nothing like this pitiable image now.
Could it really be as Si Chen had said, that he had mistaken her for someone else?
