You Are My Whole Life

Yu Jingrong lowered her gaze, then looked him straight in the eye, "Yes, whatever it takes!"

Before her voice had fallen, she saw Li Chengyun's brows lightly furrowed, his mockery all the more intensified.

He suddenly stood up, went to the bar to the right, reached out, and took a bottle of Rémy Martin from the bar, and then poured himself a glass.

The bar was next to a floor-to-ceiling window; he didn't look at Yu Jingrong, instead his gaze directed outside, his profound look somewhat hollow. His expression was enigmatic, leaving her guessing what was on his mind.

Yu Jingrong found his actions puzzling and walked up to him, caught her breath, and said, "Are you still not satisfied?"

She did not know whether Li Chengyun ever had feelings for her, but she knew that he had a strange obsession with her body.

In the past, when they were together, they seldom communicated or talked.

Either they quietly went about their own business, or they tangled with each other passionately...

His eyes narrowed slightly, the vacant look in his eyes faded in an instant, and a dangerously cold light emanated from his gaze. Disdain laced his otherwise detached, cold and merciless tone, which resonated deeply yet chillingly, "Do you think I lack women?"

How could one not understand the implications beneath her words?

Yu Jingrong couldn't answer his question, her throat seemed clamped shut.

He was Li Chengyun; women were the least of what he lacked. As long as he beckoned, countless women would throw themselves at him.

"...I just want to know the origins of Phoenix in Flight, and its relation to me..." Yu Jingrong's words trailed off.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. There were some things she didn't want Li Chengyun to know, as it would only make her appear more pitiful.

But Li Chengyun's expression clearly indicated that he wanted her to continue.

Yet, Yu Jingrong didn't speak. A trace of barely noticeable disappointment flashed through his eyes, quickly replaced by a cold, bewitching charm.

He raised his glass, tipped his head back, and drained his drink in one gulp!

He put down his glass, stepped toward Yu Jingrong, full of contempt, "What does its relevance to you have to do with me, Yu Jingrong? Who do you think you are?"

An oppressive aura swept over her, and Yu Jingrong instinctively recoiled.

Swiftly, Li Chengyun gripped her wrist. With a sudden jerk, Yu Jingrong let out a yelp as she was dangerously pinned against the wall.

His icy face held no expression.

Their bodies were close, their breaths intertwined, all the heated breath puffed onto her face, causing goosebumps to rise all over Yu Jingrong's body, bringing a numbing yet dangerous sensation.

She struggled, "Isn't this your ultimate aim?"

Li Chengyun scoffed coldly, "Sometimes, don't think too highly of yourself; it only makes you seem foolish."

His tone and gaze were so disdainful, even under such intimate circumstances.