She tried to push him away, her fists pressed against his chest, attempting a slight resistance, but…
His kiss was so lingering, so tempting…
And being held tightly by him felt really good. All her grievances and resentment slid down her cheeks with her tears. She had cried all night and was truly exhausted…
Perhaps, in her dreams, she had always longed to find a shoulder to lean on, but unfortunately, this man would never be hers.
Ye Lixie “threw” the sobbing Lin Weiwan into his room, declaring harshly that she was not allowed to leave the room tonight.
“I need to go to work. Do you want me to get fired? I need that job,” she struggled. Looking at the time, it was past midnight. Even if she rushed, she’d be too late, and she had no transportation.
“Work? Don’t even think about it,” Ye Lixie had never seen someone who could endure so much humiliation for money and still dream of becoming a 24/7 superwoman! Was she even more capable than him? Maybe she worked in a big company, and the title of “corporate iron woman” would definitely belong to her.
He was so angry that veins were popping on his forehead. Was she even trying to compete with him for the “iron” title?
“I won’t repeat myself. I won’t let you leave here,” he growled low.
He couldn’t ignore his feelings. He really disliked hearing her talk about leaving.
She couldn’t understand what he was thinking tonight. After forcibly kissing her earlier, she thought he would say something about being overcome by passion. Instead, he said it was a punitive kiss, disciplining her for being disobedient.
“You’d better let me leave, or if your girlfriend finds out you brought me into your room, she’ll definitely be angry,” she couldn’t forget the fact that Lili was his girlfriend.
“She’s not my woman.” How many times did he have to say this?
“She clearly is. Why do you deny it?” She didn’t understand. Lili clearly positioned herself as his woman, so why did he refuse to acknowledge it? What was he thinking? Did he believe that denying the fact would make him feel better? She wasn’t jealous or asking because she was upset. She wasn’t crying so tragically because of her feelings, but for…
For…
