"I do not want anything," Yu Xi said. "I only want you."
The young woman's voice was sweet, charming, and gentle, seemingly having her words been laced with magic power, like a witch who specializes in bewitching people, holding, teasing, and playing with their hearts in her hands as a pastime. All according to her mood.
She really does only want him. He is, after all, her long-term ticket to survival. He is important to her.
The young woman raised a hand and touched Li Kun's left chest with her fingertips. Her dexterous fingertips drew small circles on his chest, and the air tensed. The ambiguous air falls in between them for a moment, rolling in waves.
Like the devil, she tempts him.
She said that...
—She only wants him...
"…is a lie." Yu Xi blinked in confusion when she heard Li Kun mutter this unclearly. "You are lying!" The young man smashed a fist into the wall in an angry outburst.