Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“Chu Lui.” Both hands shook tightly, and both eyes contained cruelty and ruthlessness—something familiar to them both. At that instance, they became demons, ready to tear their prey apart.

However, no one knew that the next time they would meet, they would realize that actually…

“It’s my treat this time.” The guy turned back and drank a few cups of alcohol. Chu Lui said a word of thanks, but he still took some money from his wallet and placed it on the counter.

The man swept up the notes on the table and smiled. The smile was that of an angel but was dark like that of a demon.

Yes, the best way to destroy a woman is not through her body, nor through her heart, but her soul.

He gulped down another cup of alcohol. He wasn’t drunk; rather, he was sobering up.

Chu Lui walked out and stood outside the building. Bright colors from the bar had illuminated him. His sullen face showed an unfathomable expression as always.

“Xia Ruoxin, there is no way you’ll stop loving me. For if you do, how can we continue playing?”

He smiled, but his eyes flashed with an undescribable iciness.

Xia Ruoxin sat up when she heard the door slam shut. She looked at the western-style clock hanging on the wall. It was already past midnight. She had been sleeping for so long. The door opened, and the first thing she saw was a pair of legs belonging to a man and a pair of well-polished branded leather shoes from Italy.

A pair of long, lean legs clad in a tuxedo followed after. It was a perfect mix of beauty and strength.

She delicately looked up, her eyes stopping at his legs. She didn’t need to look at his face to know what his expression was for he never showed her any pleasant expressions.

“Why? Now you don’t even want to glance at me?” The man’s voice grew closer, and she just blinked helplessly. It wasn’t as if she did not want to look at him. Instead, she was just scared that she might not have the strength to go on anymore.

“I’ll go fill the bathtub for you.” She turned around and passed him, as if escaping, but Chu Lui grabbed her extremely thin arm. The moment he placed his hand on her, he felt that she had lost weight again. Was there no one in the house to make food for her, or is she trying to starve herself?

The two of them froze in their steps, neither willing to speak first.

Xia Ruoxin struggled weakly. “Can you please let go of me?” She pleaded. She didn’t want to fight with him for she knew what harm would come her way if she did so. She had to be strong for her to go on.

How much more helpless voice and silence does she need before it’s enough?

He lifted her chin while she slightly lowered her eyes. She still could not clearly see the emotions in the eyes of the man in front of her.

His world was too complicated. He was too complicated. She was unable to see clearly. She was a blank paper, but he was looking at her through a colored lens.

“Have you become skinnier?” His hand gently caressed her face as the words thoughtlessly escaped his lips.

“Do you even care?” She released a bitter laugh, her pale face having lost more than just her smile.

Chu Lui’s eyes darkened. Her self-hatred made him fairly uncomfortable. Where did her temper go? Where did her usual gaze of admiration go?

What did she do to the Xia Ruoxin he knew?

He finally released her arm. Xia Ruoxin turned around again, it etched an unspeakable sadness in her eyes.

She had only taken a few steps before a pair of steel-like arms wound around her waist tightly from the back.