"What? Tell me." Qi quickly leaned close to her lips.

"I want... you, you can kiss me once, even just once." Her beautiful eyes held an intense longing, but there was also a hint of fear that he might refuse.

Qi froze, truly hesitant. Hadn't he always disregarded her? He should have simply turned and left without a second thought, instead of struggling with this indecision. She was dead; wouldn't he finally be free? But deep down, this thought tightened his grip. Freedom… it no longer seemed so appealing to him.

This pain made him clearly feel that his long-held beliefs were gradually crumbling.

Seeing that he remained inactive, Si Qiao finally closed her eyes in despair, a single, crystal-clear tear rolling down her cheek. Fine, then, consider it that she'd fed all her sincerity to the dogs!

That single tear seemed to burn a hole in his heart. She had never shed a tear before, not even when he looked at her with disdain, treated her with the worst attitude, or said the most vicious words. But now she had shown weakness... Fine! He surrendered!

Si Qiao was tormented by both body and mind, and her mind was gradually becoming confused. But suddenly she felt a heat on her lips. That familiar touch made her open her eyes in shock. He... finally kissed her and finally gave in for her.

After concentrating for a moment, she gathered all the remaining true energy in her body and forced herself back to normal with great effort. "Hahaha... Brother Qi, you still fell for it."

Once was enough; she was content. But he was a man of feeling, and she didn't want him to experience the torment of life and death again, nor did she want him to witness the wretched state of her after death. She would rather he hate her forever.