Her appearance at this moment was somewhat soft, no longer the spoiled and arrogant demeanor she once had. Zhou Jin stiffened, then looked at her and asked, "Then do you still love me?"
Li Qianrui shook her head, "No love."
Zhou Jin immediately hooked his thin lips in ridicule. He was almost fooled by her; she was pretending to be pitiable to coax the truth out of him. But as he stared at her, his eyes deep, he said, "What if I say I've fallen in love with you? Could you... love me again?"
"No," Li Qianrui shook her head once more.
"Heh," Zhou Jin's laugh was soft and sinister. He forcefully pressed the rough pad of his finger onto her red lips, dominantly and smoothly declaring, "You will fall in love with me again. Even if you don't, it doesn't matter, for I won't let you fall for any other man. Love or no love doesn't matter; our life will return to what it was before, with no differences."
