"But I don't care."
Just as Ye Qingfeng was about to put Shui Yiyi into the tent, she unexpectedly opened her eyes and sighed softly.
Ye Qingfeng held Shui Yiyi this way, and the two stared into each other's eyes.
Seeing Shui Yiyi's resentful gaze, Ye Qingfeng's heart slightly stirred.
He even felt an irresistible urge to impulsively kiss Shui Yiyi.
"Ye Qingfeng, I really don't care. I just want to be with you, even if it's only for one second. As long as I can spend a little more time with you, I feel very happy!"
Shui Yiyi's clear yet forlorn voice was enough to soften any man's heart.
Except Ye Qingfeng.
"I'm sorry."
This was the first time Ye Qingfeng had apologized; his life had been proud and aloof, never once bowing his head to anyone.
Even when he forced himself upon the young lady, Ye Qingfeng remained cold and domineering, never apologizing.
