"Fu Nanqi, I don't want this!" Xia Zhiyi trembled all over and her eyes were red.
"What don't you want?" The man's fingertips rubbed her lips that were red from being kissed, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you not want tonight, or do you not want the promise made when you were twenty?"
"I don't want any of it."
When they first met, he looked at Xia Zhiyi who was dressed in plain clothes and felt that this girl was too clean.
At that time, she was still with her nephew Fu Jingheng.
Until that cold winter night, she had no choice but to step into the luxurious villa.
The man sat back on the sofa and looked at her thin and trembling figure. There was a possessiveness in his eyes that she couldn't understand: "Think clearly, if you stay, there will be no turning back."
He gave her shelter, provided for her to study, and was generous, but every gift came with a price tag.
A bracelet that has been lost for a long time has torn away all the disguise of gentleness.
It turns out that those seemingly well-intentioned helping hands were actually deliberate traps from the beginning.
Small theater:
Fu Jingheng burst into the study angrily, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger: "Uncle! You know that Xia Zhiyi is my girlfriend, why did you steal her!"
Fu Nanqi looked calm and looked up at him calmly: "She came to me only after she was separated from you. What's the problem with this?"
For Fu Nanqi, Xia Zhiyi is a treasure in the palm of his hand and a prey that he must win.
He laid out the plan step by step and surrounded it layer by layer. He just wanted to make this softness completely his own.
