At this moment, she felt incredibly dizzy, unable to see the faces before her clearly—just a blur. She knew her current state was terrible. She heard the person beside her let out a cold snort.
"I want you!" The three words were a cold, ruthless response.
"What..." Hua Xiaomo heard this sentence amidst the haze, still clutching her forehead tightly, and slowly said, "What gift do you want, tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll have someone prepare it for you... Right now, I'm really tired, need to rest, please leave... Please, leave..."
As she spoke, Hua Xiaomo turned her body to the side, lying on her side on the bed, curling up. In this moment, her eyes seemed about to close.
"No, I want you now..." Qi Longbing said coldly.
He wanted her, he wanted everything about her, everything that belonged to him, she was his... No one could take her away...
"Do you love me?" Qi Longbing asked in a low, dangerous voice. His disdainful gaze carried with it a complex deep affection.
