"Embrace you? I'd rather die with you. My arms are reserved for my wife only. Those damned questions, answer them if you like," Yu Longting's fierce temper exploded in a second, completely ruining everything.
Seeing my disheveled expression, he held me even tighter in a fit of anger, like clutching a beloved toy, his stubborn and fierce eyes filled with wariness.
A strong sense of preferring death over sacrificing one's looks, a déjà vu of facing death!
Alas, I had overestimated Yu Longting's patience and endurance.
I thought he would compromise a bit for Yu Er, who was suffering from corpse poison and whose life was hanging by a thread.
It was just embracing that head, and it was Li Xing's head after all, acting as if it was a matter of life and death...
Qing Li growled lowly, and suddenly began to cry sorrowfully, "Am I not your wife, not your spouse? You once loved me to the bone, and now... you discard me like an old shoe..."
