My Scheming Little Devil

Never seen such a domineering man.

"Then why are you still asking me?"

Ling Kong’s eyes curved, his phoenix eyes mischievous: "Although I won’t allow rejection, as a man, I should give the girl a chance to speak, otherwise wouldn’t it be too ungentlemanly? Got to go through the motions, lest you say in the future I forced you!"

Yiyi was so frustrated she felt pain in her stomach.

Oh, come on, this is shameless. Clear as day he’s forcing her, yet he shamelessly provides such a righteous reason.

Obviously doing something and then acting like a saint, this domineering scoundrel.

"Wait a minute." Yiyi suddenly thought of something and looked incredulous, "You said you want me to be your woman, you—you don’t mean make me your mistress, to... to do those things, right..."

As Yiyi thought of this, her face heated up, burning with both embarrassment and anger, glaring fiercely at Ling Kong.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. This wolf, really couldn’t tell, with his appearance of a cold and aloof young master who keeps himself clean, turns out his stomach is full of slyness.

Yiyi eyed him warily, pulled the quilt tight, and cautiously moved backward like a silkworm baby.

"Hey, I warn you, stop having designs on me. Don’t think just because I’ve fallen into such a state, you can do whatever you want with me. Even though I’m beautiful as a flower, captivating, and it’s natural for you to be dazzled by beauty, I swear I won’t let you succeed."

Ling Kong stared at her, dumbfounded, holding his stomach to keep from laughing.

What a girl, so full of herself.

But upon thinking it over, he felt a bit annoyed that she dared to imagine him as some scumbag who takes advantage of others. This silly girl, quite ungrateful.

"Stop letting your imagination run wild, I’m not interested in mistresses!"

Yiyi glanced at him sideways, full of disbelief: "Who would believe that, aren’t all men hoping to have as many women as possible? Wanting to have a stable wife at home and mistresses outside. They love to be charming and dashing, proving their male charm and power!"

A long, slender finger lifted her delicate chin.

"That’s other men, not me! Only foolish men need these external things to prove their strength. A truly successful man, standing above all, doesn’t need women to embellish him."

His expression was one of looking down on everything, his eyes full of confidence and disdain, quite the majestic presence.

If he really wanted to have mistresses, those girls in the Imperial City would scramble to be part of his harem, but he truly disdains it. Life is precious, why waste time on such trivial creatures as mistresses.

Loyalty, dedication, that is what makes a truly strong man.

To him, his woman shouldn’t be a humble plaything groveling at his feet, looking up to him, pleasing him. She should be cherished in his palm, carefully nurtured and carved, allowing her to shine brilliantly, becoming a soul companion standing shoulder to shoulder.

Mutually attracted to each other, with love that’s passionate, treating each other with loyalty unto death!

This is his true view of love!

If there’s no love, fine. But once in love, he would love with all his might, burning passionately, only for the person in his heart. This complete affection is for one person only, not to be shared with any other woman, not even a sliver!

"So, being my woman means becoming my girlfriend, then fiancée, and finally wife! Got it?"