Jian Yan worked as Pei Yu’s personal secretary and was his secret lover for three years.
Before their affair came to light, the man had still felt a trace of guilt toward her.
But when he pinned her against his desk and throttled her as he took what he wanted, she understood that whatever they had was over.
“Jian Yan, whose face are you trying to see through my eyes?”
As passion ebbed and flowed, her coldness only made him more violent.
After seeing the woman he truly loved, Jian Yan smiled faintly. “Likewise.”
Later, the man who had never known restraint found himself with a weakness.
One day, drunk and acting like a madman, he pressed against her and murmured into her ear, “Baby, let’s start over. You can only be mine, all right…”
