Lu Yinxing seemed completely drained of energy.
Her whole body suddenly went limp.
She lay quietly on the sofa and closed her eyes.
A hint of a tear seemed to trace her eye.
She gave up struggling; Xia Ye could do whatever he wanted.
And right now, she was like a resigned salted fish, lying on the chopping board, waiting for fate's knife.
But gradually, Lu Yinxing seemed to notice Xia Ye had stopped moving.
Lu Yinxing slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Xia Ye propped up on his arm, staring intently at him.
In Xia Ye's eyes was a depth and coldness Lu Yinxing had never seen before.
Yet behind that frosty indifference, it seemed like a flame was burning fiercely.
Lu Yinxing couldn't discern whether it was a blaze of passion or anger.
Perhaps his compromise had defeated Xia Ye's desire to conquer.
Xia Ye got up directly and went to the guest room.
Leaving Lu Yinxing lying quietly on the sofa alone.
Tears inexplicably started flowing.
In youth, unaware of worldly matters.
