"..." Ye Xiao's palm was cold and numb, staring at him with wide eyes in shock.
"If you hate me, come to me for revenge. I'm offering myself to you, do whatever you want."
Rong Mochen tightly gripped Ye Xiao's hand as she tried to pull away, his rough breath heavily falling on the delicate curve of Ye Xiao's nose, his elegantly boned long fingers softly caressing the strands of hair at Ye Xiao's ear, his voice hoarse, "What I owed you in the past, I will repay you one by one. Whatever you want, I'll bring it to you..."
"You don't owe me anything, and I don't want revenge on you." Ye Xiao lifted her slightly reddened eyes, lightly curving her lips, "Because I am not the person Mr. Rong thinks I am."
A familiar sharp pain tore from the tip of his heart, Rong Mochen tightened his grip on her wrist, his dark eyes suddenly covered with a shade of crimson.
"If you don't know me, then why are you tearing up?" Rong Mochen stared at her red-rimmed eyes.
