Xi Jiuye stared at Ye Lingyue.
"Xi Jiuye, what do you mean by this?"
"I've already told you, if you beg me once, I'll let you have this batch of captives. You should understand that you're not a match for me. It won't cost you anything to say a simple 'please'. Otherwise, if they fall into the hands of Third Young Master, you should know the consequences better than I do."
Xi Jiuye's voice was cold but exceptionally firm.
He watched as Ye Lingyue's crystal-clear eyes, like they were soaked in Clear Spring, gradually changed, feeling an unspeakable pleasure in his heart.
This damn woman, always baring her fangs and brandishing her claws at him, this time she ought to be at a disadvantage.
"Xi Jiuye, you're not only cold-blooded but also despicable."
Ye Lingyue spat, her eyes filled with disgust.
The look in her eyes made Xi Jiuye's heart shrink intensely, a suffocating discomfort sweeping through his body.
Why is it so similar?
