How blind must she have been three years ago to fall in love with Qin Jinhai?
She had fallen in love with a devil.
Someone who destroyed everything she had!
The smile on Qin Jinhai's face became ever more cruel. He strode over to her. "I'm waiting for your revenge! Until then, you're just a woman for me to play with as I please!"
Qin Jinhai swept her up in his arms and threw her onto the soft couch in the private room. He pinned her down, his weight suppressing her every move.
In her struggle, Fu Bing knocked over a decorative lamp in the room.
Suddenly, it was pitch black. It took a long while for her eyes to readjust to the darkness.
The only source of light in the room was the landscape lighting on the riverbank—dazzling, vibrant, luminous. Yet it couldn't dispel the darkness and suffocating desire within the private room.
"Qin Jinhai, you disgust me!"
Qin Jinhai gripped her chin, forcing her to look up. Their eyes met—hers filled with loathing, his with cold mockery.
