Han Ye's face turned pale and then flushed as Ji Mingzhu chastised him, and for a moment he was unable to speak.
But Ji Mingzhu was not willing to let up.
She continued her tirade like a storm, "No, what you're doing is even more sickening than openly snatching away."
"At least I'm upfront about it. People know what I'm going to do, they can guard against it, and they can clearly reject it."
"What you're doing is indefensible and even harder to refuse; you're far more hypocritical than I am!"
Han Ye took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
He said in a deep voice, "Miss Ji, there's no need to provoke me. I won't fall for it again because I'm very clear that I'm not like you."
"I do indeed love... someone I shouldn't, but I also love Brother Yao very much; I cherish the brotherhood we've shared through life and death over all these years."
"For their sakes, I wouldn't hesitate to die, let alone anything else. What else matters?"
