"You're unwilling?" Yan Xiu was stunned.
"Yes, I am unwilling!" Li Yuyu met Yan Xiu's gaze, enunciating each word.
"You actually refuse…" Yan Xiu murmured, the pain in his eyes plain to see.
Looking at Yan Xiu like this, Li Yuyu only felt a tight, suffocating pressure in her chest. She turned, wanting to leave this place.
Her wrist was seized by Yan Xiu; the moment she turned, he forced her back, pressing her against the palace wall, her entire body trapped in his arms.
Yan Xiu's low voice carried danger: "Li Yuyu, you are my woman. If you're willing, you will be; if you're not willing, you will still be."
Li Yuyu's heart gave a faint tremor.
"It was you who provoked me first. I am not someone you can summon at will and dismiss as you please. When you provoked me, you should have known the consequences. I am not a patient man, yet all of my patience has been spent on you."
