"I don't want the whole world you're offering; I don't want anything. I just want to go back to Shen Mosheng, to stay where I grew up."
"Impossible!" Ye Haofan interrupted Han Yingying coldly before she could finish.
"In this lifetime, you'll never leave me. Apart from me, you can't be with anyone else. Even if it destroys you, I will keep you by my side!"
Han Yingying stared at him intently, her eyes blazing. "This will only make me hate you!"
How could he be so selfish, completely disregarding the feelings of others, only knowing how to plunder?
"Then hate," Ye Haofan rubbed his brow tiredly, as if the wounds on his body were splitting open, causing him some irritation.
"Ye Haofan, are you sick? Would you rather I hate you and still forcefully keep me here? Don't you understand that a twisted melon is not sweet?"
Han Yingying was furious.
She didn't want to hate; that emotion was too intense and unsuitable for her.
