"But... But I can satisfy you more than any of those women... Please..." She said what she thought, her voice hoarse and broken, her body wracked with sobs, she felt so helpless, so vulnerable... She can't believe she just said it aloud but words once spoken can't be taken back.
What's more, she couldn't believe she was reduced to begging, but she didn't care anymore... It's better to be honest than to seek comfort within lies... In the end, she just wanted him to stay. She was scared of being alone... It feels so lonely despite having a husband, well dead yet living husband.
Zhao Fan chuckled lightly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Satisfy me? How? I don't think you are special. Any woman can please me better," he said, enjoying her desperation. He knew he was being cruel, but he couldn't help himself. He liked seeing her like this. An inferior is inferior.
