"I don't want to!" Han Yingying refused without hesitation.
"You don't have the right to refuse," Ye Haofan's attitude became even harder, "Someone, take the young lady to rest."
"Ye Haofan, you have no right to imprison me. Even if you saved me, I am not yours," Han Yingying desperately resisted, not understanding how things had suddenly become like this.
"I gave you and him a chance, but the truth proves he can't protect you, and he doesn't deserve you," Ye Haofan looked at her indifferently, his voice cold, "Han Yingying, the situation now is one you both created."
"Ye Haofan, this is nonsense. Whether he can protect me, whether he deserves me, what's that to you? Even if it's dangerous, I'm willing to bear it, I want to stay by his side, what right do you have to forbid it?"
Han Yingying suddenly felt that Ye Haofan was being completely unreasonable.
