Even knowing this was her beauty trap, he was utterly defenseless…
"Li Qiyu… I want you."
"No!" Li Qiyu pressed down on his hand.
"Heh… If you say you love me, then prove it with your actions."
The handsome man on the bed had always been composed, but upon hearing these words, anger finally flared in his eyes.
Bo Yeyuan sneered cruelly, "Beitang Feng, you're angry."
"What I want is your love for me, not some spell from your lips to intimidate me! You don't have love for me in your heart, so these words lose their value coming from your mouth!"
"I have… You fill my heart."
Li Qiyu crouched down in agony, neither of them able to trust the other. That cruel night when Bo Yeyuan was exactly like now, sitting on the sofa, beckoning her with his fingers, calling her: "Come, Li Qiyu, if you want me, come and take."
She couldn't get past the shadow in her heart, let alone act affectionately in front of others.