“You hate me?” Qiao Yu stared in disbelief, almost breaking down: “You actually hate me?”
Jian Ning, in a bad mood, glared at him even more fiercely: “So what if I hate you? I want to hit you!”
She had cherished her screen first kiss for nearly twenty years, being so professional that she never agreed to kiss scenes, never using stand-ins, only doing one kiss.
She had carefully guarded it for so many years, only to have it stolen by this fool!
Qiao Yu stood there, mouth agape. Tears unexpectedly fell, his heart seemingly sliced by a 40-meter sword, the pain making it hard to breathe.
“You actually hate me?”
He was so heartbroken he could barely speak, his lips trembling, eyes blood-red, crying intermittently, repeatedly saying this sentence, looking completely devastated.
However, Jian Ning found him extremely annoying right now.
This guy didn’t apologize and even dared to glare at her?!
Just moments ago, she thought the alternate personality hadn’t provoked her and didn’t want to lay hands on him. Now, her temper rising, she found everything about him irritating.
She looked around, suddenly grabbed Qiao Yu’s hand, pushed him into an iron cage, tied his hands behind his back with a rope, then locked the cage.
Her actions were swift and decisive, with a cold and ruthless demeanor.
After finishing, Jian Ning stood at the cage door, looking strangely at the man inside, sobbing and seemingly about to pass out.
She was truly angry.
Strangely, while she was forcefully dragging Qiao Yu into the cage, binding his hands and locking it – actions clearly meant to humiliate – Qiao Yu didn’t resist at all.
He was like a battered wife, allowing her to do anything to him.
Jian Ning’s gaze gradually became complex, and suddenly all her anger dissipated.
“Hey,” she called.
Qiao Yu timidly opened his eyes, crying and looking at her, his eyes red like a rabbit’s, saying nothing.
Jian Ning’s mood was also complicated, and she couldn’t help but ask: “Why didn’t you resist?”
Qiao Yu suddenly smiled.
A smile that was heartbreakingly sad, with tear tracks on his face, a bitter smile, softly saying: “Because I love you.”
Jian Ning was speechless.
Is love really this great? Even after being treated like this, he could still say the word “love”?
