"Shut up!" he suddenly roared, his muscular arms tensing even more, a terrifying blood-red color emerging in his eyes.
I was terrified, "You've misunderstood, really, I'm not a prim and proper woman, nor am I as noble as you think, I even... even... anyway, I'm really not as good as you think I am, I..."
I almost blurted out that I'm not a prestigious overseas graduate, nor a pure woman who would stay with one man for life. I'm just a shameless person who would sell even my soul for revenge!
But in the end, I couldn't say it out loud; it was too terrifying.
Although he has a notorious reputation, his world is at least vibrant, unlike mine, which is cold and dark.
"You don't need to belittle yourself like that. I'm certainly not a good man either. I've had countless women, so many that
