John Hill looked at the woman's defiant little face, a profound light flickering in his eyes, devoid of joy. His hand suddenly reached out, his long fingers pinching Ning Xia's chin. It was clearly dangerous, but his voice was as gentle as water, "Ning Xia, do you know that when you say you don't like me, it makes me really want to make you like me."
Men are born with the desire to conquer everything, especially when they hold high positions and power, able to get whatever they want at a moment's notice—they simply cannot tolerate not obtaining something.
"So, it's just for that bit of male conquest craving that you've been playing along with me for so long?"
John Hill did not deny it. He even said, "You might as well think that, in order to keep you by my side, I pretend to know nothing. Does that make you feel a little better?"
Heh.
Ning Xia raised her hand and slapped his away, "Now that you've found out, I have nothing to say. Kill or cut me as you wish."
