"I don't agree!"
Her gaze toward him was soft yet resolute amidst her frailty.
The man's philandering and fickle love shattered her youthful longing for romance.
"Then let us plunge into hell together!"
Fu Yanye murmured as if under a spell.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered, she could not make decisions for him.
Li Yuqing's suggestion suddenly popped into her mind—perhaps, it was time she left for a while.
He kissed her again, plundering between her lips and teeth.
Her refusal wounded him both physically and emotionally, it made him want to recklessly continue his torment.
Her pained moan sounded like medicine, offering him slight relief.
Later, Fu Yanye carried her to the front and the two drove away from the bar.
Zhuo Jian glanced at his shirt and reminded him, "What about your coat?"
"Thrown away."
Fu Yanye said with a cold face.
"..."
Zhuo Jian silently stared at him, no longer able to understand if he had OCD.
