Ye Yanfeng stared fixedly at the woman crawling on the ground.
The usual smirk on his handsome face was gone and he was even more cold.
People who knew him well would not know that because of a woman, he had become an ordinary person who was troubled by love.
Even he himself did not understand why he was so crazy over this woman.
Looking at how she was willing to die from exhaustion, rather than to beg him for mercy, Ye Yanfeng's heart trembled.
He slowly lifted his head and caressed her small face through the air at a distance. His fingertips seemed to touch her tender skin, and he stepped back and pressed his temples.
Sometimes, he did not know why he was so persistent, but he did not dare to stop. If he gave up, they would really be separated from each other and would no longer have any contact again.
The thought made him unable to leave her alone.