"What's the matter? Isn't this what you wanted?" Jin Mo looked up at him with even more unrestrained eyes, a disdainful smile hooking at the corners of her mouth.
At that moment, Tang Yan's expression was as cold as Antarctic ice, making anyone who thought of it shudder, and from his eyes, one could feel endless fury.
"So what if it is?"
Tang Yan asked calmly. Before Jin Mo could react, he leaned in and bit her earlobe, increasing the pressure.
Jin Mo couldn't see his face clearly, but she could distinctly feel his hatred, as if he wanted to bite her to death.
Back then, what Jin Mo did was to first plant the seed of love in him, then destroy his scant self-respect, and ultimately disappear without a trace.
But what he hated most was himself, because even though Jin Mo had done that, he still couldn't control his own feelings.
Unknowingly, he seemed to have fallen into the trap she had set.
