Calculated Cruelty: The Mad Brute's Possessive Love

Three years later, freezing rain pelted the wreckage of a plane that had crashed mid-flight.

"Wu Weiwei."

"Y-You've got the wrong person," the girl replied timidly.

Her face had lost some of its childishness and gained a young woman's delicate beauty, but the hostility and wariness in her eyes were no less than before. If anything, they had grown stronger. She lied with effortless ease, her pearly teeth flashing as she spoke. The faint sweetness lingering at her neck was unchanged, alluring and intoxicating.

"Is that so? You look so much like her. She's dead. Why don't you try it too?" The man's voice seemed to come from some distant hell. She didn't want to relive those buried memories, but had no choice.

The first time Wu Qihuo saw Wu Weiwei, he sold her to an underground club. By a twist of fate, he kept the tearful little rabbit by his side. At first, he thought she was more fun than a cat. But gradually, he wanted more from her, wanted to possess more of her.

The girl was innocent and pure, like a flawless jade untouched by the world. He loved watching her cry in his hands. The soft, red-eyed rabbit stirred his deepest possessive urges, consuming and destroying his reason. A white so pure ought to have a streak of black painted across it. Why couldn't he be the one to paint it?

To him, Wu Weiwei was a fatal temptation, an addiction he couldn't break. Once he had a taste, he craved more and could never cut her out of his life.

"If you can't love me, then hate me. Hatred that runs bone-deep can take root just like love."

[The male lead is absolutely not a good person]