Ye Lu merely seduced King with her body. Young, virile men all need the soothing of a woman’s body; such physical interactions would also foster intimacy between men and women.

If she became King’s woman, she would surely be able to erase Ye Lu’s presence from his heart.

She lifted her gaze up towards the upper floor.

"Tonight is a good chance, I must seize it." She bit her lip; when a man is heartbroken and desolate, what he most needs is consoling intimacy to dispel his loneliness.

Furthermore, once an intimate relationship is established, he needs to be responsible for her, guaranteeing an even more secure future marriage with him.

...

The huge overhead shower head was pouring out cold water, particularly bone-chilling in winter.

The cold water fell onto his strong skin, the stimulating chill awakening Third Young Master Jun quite a bit.

After the frenzy passed, the thrill subsided, no longer being able to mask the emptiness in his heart.

Resonating in his mind were those painful words, repeating like a broken record.

"I don’t even care whether he loves me or not because I despise such a cheap love from this type of man."

"Us? How do you know it’s not me playing him? It’s me, Ye Lu, who dumped him, me who doesn’t want him. Remember this, Third Young Master Jun is the man that I don’t want!"

With a thud, his fist harshly slammed into the wall. Blood seeped out from his hand, but it seemed as if he was devoid of any pain.

The blood was rapidly washed away by the water spray.

He thought he had genuinely calmed down, that he could be as indifferent to her as a stranger, being able to completely let her go.

Yet, a few words revealed his true feelings, stabbing him with a body full of wounds.

"Ye Lu, you’re so cruel."

He gave a sarcastic smile. He had intended to let her go, just so he could liberate himself.

However, she insisted on not sparing him. Since she wanted to hurt him, he would continue playing this game with her, till the bitter end!

With a flick, he turned off the shower, indifferently picked up a towel and dried himself. He walked barefoot out of the bathroom.

The light in the room was dim. As he walked to the sofa and sat down, a soft body embraced him from the side, her soft arms hooked around his neck.

"King... King..." The gentle, seductive whisper echoed in his ear; the warm breath from a woman stirring at his earlobe created a bewitching atmosphere.

Third Young Master Jun glanced at Bai Sijia; her eyes were filled with love and tenderness. There was nothing else in her gaze, just him, as if he was her whole world.

A sudden pain shot through his heart.

The woman he desired didn’t have a trace of him in her eyes, only disdain and contempt.

Why did he have to love? In loving her, he gave her the power to trample his love. He would rather be loved so that he could look down and trample other people’s feelings from above.

He believed he controlled her, dominated her, and she was his slave.

He was wrong; indeed he was her slave.

He could torment her body, but she could torment his heart.

"King, I love you, only I truly love you." The ear received the sweet whispers of infatuated affection; followed by passionate kisses on his neck and chin.

Suddenly, he didn’t want to reject her.

In such a confusing night, he could indulge in pleasure without investing any emotions, yet still receive another’s love. This was the decadent and indulgent life of king he was used to.

Yes, he should have been such a man, toying with others at his whim, rather than playing the role of the so-called passionate man, which did not suit his style at all.

"King, what’s wrong?" Bai Sijia looked up in trance amid her amorous confusion.