Song Shiwei had never seen Qi Yunqian so insane before.
After all, in her presence, he had always been cold and merciless, always standing high above her with a detached gaze.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she struggled forcefully, only to find that Qi Yunqian was gripping her even tighter.
Song Shiwei lay on the soft carpet, looking up at Qi Yunqian, her mouth twitched slightly, "What exactly do you want before you'll let me go?"
Emotion churned in Qi Yunqian's eyes, yet his tone was gentle, "You know what I want, Shiwei."
Song Shiwei's lips curved into a smile, her eyes filled with undisguised mockery, "What you want, I can never give you in this lifetime."
Qi Yunqian's gaze instantly turned cold, his eyes reddened, his heart felt as if it were being viciously squeezed, with every breath came sharp, tugging pain.
