In the beginning, there was no love between them, only lust. He wanted to derive the greatest pleasure from her body, and even if they were entangled, it was merely because her body suited him. “If you’re bored, why do you want to continue?” He chuckled, “Because I haven’t found anyone to replace your body. Right now, I’m sick of proactive women. I miss your passive reactions when you lie beneath me.” She stared at the man’s face; he was still the demon she had met the first time, “Pervert.” “You’ll like my perverseness.” The man’s face could be described as perfect, so stunningly handsome that it could captivate anyone, yet his words were filled with malice. His hands, long and beautiful, appeared to her like a net that ensnared her, leaving her unable to move or escape. “Then, the same old rule—one exchange, one night in bed.” The man narrowed his eyes, smiling, lips brushing against hers, “Alright.” She pretended to comply, but as she looked at the man over her, she thought to herself, one day he will die a miserable death. She longed for a life of freedom, but this man, from beginning to end, never let her go. Perhaps, only after he was dead could she be completely free. If living was impossible, then let’s go to hell together. Love had already sprouted long ago, but they never realized it, trampling over it repeatedly. By the time they realized, it was already too late to turn back.