Would You Agree?
The usually composed and aloof CEO revealed an unprecedented madness.
This was a side of Han Xi Fang Zhou had never seen.
Han Xi finally removed her mask, showing her true self to Fang Zhou.
She gazed at him with obsession, her right hand caressing his face, lingering from his eyes to his nose, and finally resting on his lips, gently stroking as if handling a precious artifact.
“Your appearance is truly exquisite; you’d make a beautiful specin, my most prized creation.”
“Fang Zhou, would you agree?” Her soft, seductive whisper seed to co from the depths of the underworld, unexpectedly echoing in his ear.
The voice was like a devil’s murmur, weaving into his ears with irresistible power, almost enchanting his mind, pulling him into a deep abyss.
Fang Zhou was stunned, staring blankly at Han Xi, disbelief in his eyes.
At this mont, Han Xi’s usually exquisite face was filled with seriousness and determination, without a hint of pretense.
Her captivating eyes were fixed on him, shining with unwavering resolve, as if conveying an important ssage.
For so reason, seeing Han Xi like this filled Fang Zhou with inexplicable fear and confusion.
The feeling washed over him like a tide, making him shiver, goosebumps rising on his arms.
He couldn’t help but think: Who would agree to that? Certainly not him.
Fang Zhou’s resistance was clear; he shook his head vigorously, calling out Han Xi’s na.
“Han Xi! Stop joking! Formaldehyde is corrosive; if you make a specin, can I still live?”
Let’s talk this out, don’t break the law, sis.
Fang Zhou never imagined the seemingly normal, kind person would be the most deranged.
Han Xi’s earlier actions had lowered his guard, leading him to trust her completely.
After all, who would expect soone who took you to see your sister one mont to bring you to such a sealed place the next?
Truly, the human heart is unpredictable; never trust an obsessive person!
Han Xi blinked, moving her hand from his face to his neck.
His neck was long and fair, fitting her hand perfectly, the Adam’s apple moving under her palm, creating a strange sensation.
“Of course, I wouldn’t let you suffer alive; I love you too much.”
Han Xi leaned down, pecking his lips, whispering, “I’ll give you sleeping pills first; you won’t feel any pain.”
“Just lie quietly, and you’ll be with forever, never leaving.”
Her breath tickled his face, stirring the fine hairs, a bit itchy.
Fang Zhou, however, felt a chill in his heart.
Han Xi wasn’t joking; she was serious.
With her resources, acquiring sleeping pills was no challenge.
He paused, then looked directly into her cold eyes.
“Just because I didn’t choose you, you’d kill ?”
“Han Xi, you say you love , but use such extre thods?”
Fang Zhou’s gaze was calm, without anger or fear, lacking the panic Han Xi wanted to see.
At this mont, he just wanted an answer.
To Han Xi, his questions were like hamrs on her heart, causing dull pain.
She felt his words implied: Being loved by soone like you is my misfortune.
She straightened, withdrawing her hand, unable to et his eyes.
Because she knew her actions were extre and irrational.
A seasoned businesswoman, she knew what a normal relationship looked like.
But she couldn’t achieve it.
Raised to pursue what she wanted, regardless of its nature, as long as it was hers.
Han Xi sighed, softly saying, “I have no choice, Fang Zhou.”
“You don’t know, but I’ve imagined imprisoning you countless tis.”
“Breaking your legs or chaining you, anything to keep you from leaving.”
“But I always told myself: hold on, give him another chance.”
Han Xi turned, her gaze like a feather on him.
“But too much disappointnt becos despair.”
“The island was your last chance.”
“I can’t accept your leaving anymore. Thinking of you marrying and having children with soone else feels like worms growing inside , urging to act. I’ll go crazy if this continues.”
“Do you understand?”
Fang Zhou lay on the platform, helpless under Han Xi’s gaze.
He understood the feeling.
But he had no solution; he was only one person. How could he satisfy everyone?
For a mont, Fang Zhou considered giving in to Han Xi.
She’d helped him so much; he could at least make her happy once.
“You...”
He opened his mouth, about to speak, but Han Xi covered it.
She feared hearing rejection, silencing him.
She murmured, “If you’d stay in the manor like my mother, never leaving, it could work.”
“But I know you’re a bird longing for freedom, unable to accept a life seen in one glance.”
“So, what should I do with you, Fang Zhou?”
Han Xi covered his mouth, taping it securely.
Fang Zhou could only make muffled sounds.
He internally scread: I agree, sis! Give a chance!
Silence returned, the annoying questions gone, lifting Han Xi’s mood.
She humd, returning to the table, handling the bottles.
“Don’t be afraid; it’ll be quick.”
Fang Zhou watched her, feeling increasingly uneasy.
It seed she was serious this ti.
He looked at the ceiling, mories of Han Xi flashing through his mind.
Their first eting, her vulnerable and helpless, he comforted her.
Their next eting, she was a decisive boss, yet she only had eyes for him.
Later, her strong personality erged, leading to their breakup.
Until they reunited on the dating show, she silently supported him.
Fang Zhou closed his eyes, knowing he owed her.
Maybe it was ti to repay her.
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