That voice, often heard in my nightmares, made me cover my ears, wanting to escape.
He didn’t stop me, calmly asking, “Don’t you want to save your fiancé?”
I was pinned to the spot. “Can you save him?!”
“Yes!” he answered confidently. “I can make the special task force reinvestigate this case.”
“Why should I believe you?”
He picked up a remote control, pressed the switch on the wall-mounted LCD TV, and pressed play. Yin Zhongtian’s face appeared, his hands clasped on the table, eyes blood-red with exhaustion.
“I want water…” he pleaded hoarsely.
A serious voice replied, “Tell everything you know, and you can leave.” The TV froze on Yin’s desperate expression, his panicked look begging for help. I wanted to save him, no matter what.
“This is his interrogation video, not something just anyone can obtain,” Ye Zhengchen said.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked, aware he had an agenda.
“You know what I want most.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it, only a possessiveness in his eyes.
“Why go through this? It’s been three years…”
“You are mine!” he insisted, his determination clear. I no longer had the right to choose. Compared to life, shame seemed insignificant.
“Just this once.” I reached to unbutton my collar.
“I want you back by my side!”
“Impossible!” I replied firmly, knowing that once I gave in, I’d be forced into a corner.
“I’d rather die with Zhongtian than be with you!” He frowned, suppressing his anger. I turned to leave, my attitude resolute. As I opened the door, with one leg out, he finally spoke: “Fine!” I sighed in relief: Ye Zhengchen, you lost again!
Why does he always lose to me? Because he doesn’t understand me… Or he cares too much… Sometimes, I wish he could win once!
I unbuttoned my clothes, stripping before him, peeling away my dignity bit by bit. He wanted to confirm how much love I had left for him. “No… don’t!” I struggled desperately, fearing I would melt in his passion. “Saying no now, don’t you think it’s too late?!” He threw me on the bed!
