Sheng Youxia had originally been standing at the edge of a quagmire, but now Fu Shilv was pressing his foot down on her shoulder.
Her body sank into the swamp; the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. She had resigned herself to it—there was really no need to explain everything to him.
"So, what are you here for? Mr. Fu, do you need to resort to robbing people to make a living now?"
In Sheng Youxia's eyes, his actions were utterly inexplicable.
He obviously cared deeply, didn't he?
But what did he want? What would truly satisfy him?
"Fu Shilv, do you want me to stay single for the rest of my life? Not allowed to date, not allowed to marry? And if I do date someone, you'll sabotage it? Is that it?"
He could tolerate Xu Lin being close to her.
But that was it; nothing more, no further step.
Sheng Youxia's hand throbbed with pain, an involuntary grunt escaping her lips. Fu Shilv glanced at her hand—it bore a bright red mark from being gripped too tightly.