This time, Su Xiaoyue replied to him, "First, take a knife and stab yourself, repeatedly stabbing, one stab after another. Once you reach a thousand stabs, then I will believe you."
Looking at Su Xiaoyue's reply, Bai Feng's face turned dark, and his heart felt as if it were being ripped apart. Su Xiaoyue's hatred for him was so intense that she wished to have him hacked to pieces; how could she possibly accept his love? He knew this was the truth, yet he still clung to his fantasies.
If it were a woman I liked, I'd take her straight to bed, make a done deal out of it. Could she run then?
This was something Shen Wanting had said to him more than once.
If he wanted to have Su Xiaoyue, that was the only way he could do it.
Regrettably, Su Xiaoyue's innocence had already been taken by Fan Shaoming.
On the pedestrian street, after sending the message, Su Xiaoyue stuffed her phone into her handbag. Fan Li, who was with her, asked with concern, "Was Bai Feng fooled?"
