Would You Give Yourself to Me?

It didn't matter to him if people were to say that he was selfish.

A selfish person was just who he was. He only wanted the people whom he cared about to be happy, and it didn't matter to him how anyone else felt.

Although he used to treat An Zhixin as a friend, at least an old friend, what An Zhixin had done could not be tolerated.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him fixedly as she could not help but feel deeply moved by him.

She had thought that he would still be at least a little soft-hearted toward An Zhixin because of what happened seven years ago, …

Yin Shaojie's slender fingers lifted her chin as he stared at her with a sinister smile. "So moved, are you? Then, how would you like to… give yourself to me?"

Mu Xiaoxiao glared at him bashfully, reaching out and grabbing his arm, her heart fluttering.

Suddenly, she wanted to throw herself at him and kiss him.