"I'm not, I'll never be!"
"You are, you will always belong to me," Ye Haofan suddenly became frenzied, no longer caring if he hurt Han Yingying or pushed her further away, desperately wanting to conquer and possess her.
Han Yingying always endured in silence, without moving or speaking, no matter what Ye Haofan did to her, she gave no reaction.
"Damn you, Han Yingying, must you be this way to me?" Getting no response, Ye Haofan roared furiously, his roar filled with barely concealed heartache and despair.
He had given his all to love her, even if it meant selling his soul to the devil, just to keep her by his side and cherish her for a lifetime.
But that damn woman had no place for him in her heart, no sight of him in her eyes.
She treated him like a devil, guarding against him, never trusting or accepting whatever he did.
If that was the case, why should he continue to demean himself like a fool?
Then he would continue this love in the way of a devil.
