If it weren't for her strong inner strength, she would have swallowed all of these bitter feelings, bearing them alone.
"Women as lowly as you all pretend to be pure and charming, but underneath, aren't you all just as disgraceful? If you were truly self-respecting, why would you come out and sell yourself?" He curled his lips in a cold smile, as blood from his fist dripped onto the spotless white floor.
"Beitang Yao, you demon!" Just thinking about how she would once again become his puppet after tomorrow, her heart was filled with fear. Indeed, he was truly a demon, a bloodthirsty, terrifying demon.
"Yes, I am a demon, so you'll never escape from the palm of my hand." His icy eyes half-squinted as he hid his injured, bleeding hand.
