"You really dare to say that. How could I ever bear to let you go?" Li Chengyun stared intently at her, his gentle eyes tinged with a trace of grievance. "Unlike you, you're really ruthless with your hands."
"I... I... I already said I didn't mean to... You..."
Just as Yu Jingrong wanted to explain, her lips were pressed by Li Chengyun's hand. "No matter what, you did hit me. So, are you done being mad or not?"
Yu Jingrong opened her mouth and fiercely bit down on Li Chengyun's finger, then turned her head away. "Not done!"
She closed her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of grievance. Tears cascaded down her cheeks as her voice trembled in sorrow, "Li Chengyun, you're such a bastard!"
Li Chengyun cupped her face in both hands. "Yes, I'm a bastard. I was wrong. I'm reaping what I sowed and can't blame anyone but myself. You can hit me, scold me, or even kill me. Whatever you want... I won't be upset, I won't get angry. But I refuse to let you leave me!"
