r what Li An said, she nodded and smiled.The dining table featured a bottle of red wine. After pouring himself a glass, Li An thought for a moment before also pouring Yan Luoxi a glass. The deep purpl...uelly venting his anger and allowing Yan Luoxi to fully understand how ruthless, coldhearted, and uncaring he was.Tears of sorrow flowed from between Yan Luoxi’s fingers. She wept so hard that her sho...
Chapter 11: The Pleasure of Self-Torture