The Shady Young Master Is Too Scoundrel

He was arrogant and arrogant despite everything, yet he was extraordinary and handsome, but he only promised to have deep love for her for the rest of his life. His handsome face was full of coldness, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, with a dangerous light, and his tone was even colder: "Madam, why don't you come and explain to the prince?" Her face was pale, and she raised her head cautiously, her pure eyes full of uneasiness: "Do you still believe me?" He moved forward slowly, pressing forward step by step, and the corner of his mouth raised an evil arc that he was no longer familiar with: "You will be mine for the rest of your life. If I don't believe you, who will I believe?" He was resolute and forbearing and strategizing, but he was rich and handsome but risked everything for her. "So, what are you going to do to stop loving me?" She turned her face away from his gloomy eyes, helpless and filled with pleading and heartache. Staring at her closely for a long time, just when she thought he would not give him an answer, he held the corner of his too pale lips and said seriously: "Unless I die... If I die, I won't love..." This answer was too much for her to bear.