He grabbed her wrist and forced her back into a corner.

It was only at this moment that Fu Ying smelled the strong odor of alcohol on him.

His gaze was filled with possessiveness and desire, like an invisible hand gripping her lifeline. This was the first time she had ever felt that Ye Sijue was so terrifying, so terrifying that she didn't know how to face him.

"Ye Sijue, you're drunk! Let me go! Let me go!"

Fu Ying struggled to push him away, but the more she struggled, the closer Ye Sijue got.

His defenses crumbled completely when she said, "I regret liking you." At that moment, Ye Sijue was like a wild beast without any restraints. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.

Fuying struggled frantically, and when she wasn't strong enough, she dug her fingernails into his flesh.

Even so, Ye Sijue did not stop what he was doing.

The difference in strength between men and women is naturally vast, not to mention that Ye Sijue has undergone extraordinary assassin training since childhood, and he can restrain both of her hands with just one hand.

He raised her hands above her head and slammed them against the wall, then forcefully tore her shirt apart with his other hand.

"Ye Sijue! You bastard! You bastard!" Fu Ying cried out, but Ye Sijue showed no mercy. He carried her to the bed, his strong arms encircling her body, and pressed down on her without saying a word.

In that instant, he felt all his reason being taken away, and he became like a wild beast afraid of being abandoned.

"Fuying, be good, don't leave, okay?" His gentle voice was like an alluring enchantment, lingering in Fuying's ears.

He was gently coaxing Fuying, but Fuying felt as if she were being shrouded in a demon: "It's okay, it won't hurt."

He took her, in the basement of his manor, he took her without hesitation.

Ye Sijue felt like a wild beast walking on the edge of madness, venting the anger in his chest.

But somehow, despite his anger, he still couldn't bear to hurt Fuying in the slightest. Even his movements became exceptionally gentle. This feeling... was unfamiliar to him!

Fu Ying huddled in the corner, her clothes torn to shreds. She could only wrap herself in the slightly damp blanket and glare resentfully at Ye Sijue.

She never imagined that Ye Sijue would be this kind of person.

He descended from the heavens like a god and saved her from all her helplessness.

Even though she knew he was in hell, she still went into that dark and cold place again and again, hoping to bring him even a little warmth.

But Ye Sijue is not only impossible to warm up, he is also so morbid and unreasonable.

"Ye Sijue, I will never forgive you!" Fu Ying's face was streaked with tears. After saying this, she shifted her gaze to the foot of the bed and refused to look at him again.

Ye Sijue sat by the bed for a while, his dark eyes surging with deep emotions, suppressing those feelings deep in his heart.

He must be sick; he can't believe he's so deeply fascinated by a woman's scent.

And that feeling was so irresistible to him!

But why?

He clearly never has feelings for anyone!

Thinking of this, Ye Sijue felt as if countless emotions were about to explode in his chest.

He clenched his fist tightly, turned around, and walked out.

"Stay here and I'll have someone serve you!"

Fu Ying kept her head down and didn't look at him once from beginning to end.

Half an hour later, the maids in the manor came to the basement as Ye Sijue had instructed, and took Fuying upstairs.

At first, she didn't want to leave. She was even afraid that if she left the room, she would be closer to Ye Sijue. She was afraid of him and resented him even more.

But more than anything, she wanted to leave this place, to leave Ye Sijue.

So she obediently followed the maid upstairs.

From their conversation, Fu Ying could be fairly certain that this was Ye Sijue's home in L country, and that the old man who initially led her to the basement was Uncle Mou, the manor's butler.