One moment, his touch was the epitome of tenderness.
The next, the style abruptly shifted.
The man's distinctively jointed large palm clamped down on Lu Fengxuan's slender nape, the motion rough, teetering on the edge of losing control.
Yu Chiyin controlled her with his hand, exerting a bit of strength to push her toward himself.
He leaned in slightly, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths intertwining.
"Jiang Che was right, I am paranoid to madness, selfish and despicable, with an overpowering desire to possess, like a monster hiding in the dark night wanting to forever monopolize your warmth. Such a person that I am seems to be completely unworthy of your kindness. Yet, I still hope..."
Yu Chiyin laid bare his chest, letting her see his black heart, witness the full extent of his meanness and shamelessness.
In the end, his voice was light again, even carrying a trace of humble entreaty.
It made one's heart ache for him for no reason.