Chu Yuxiao's eyes were terrifyingly dark.
It was like a huge black vortex, ready to sweep a person into its depths.
His thin lips moved slightly as he said indifferently, "Hah, she is not my maid, not my subject. But what if she were my woman? If you were my woman, you should be under my control, shouldn't you?"
Su Yan's eyes widened in shock, and she took a small step back.
"What? Didn't you very much want to become my woman? I can satisfy you now. So why do you fear now?" He moved closer to her, his gloomy face inches away.
The words spoken were also very humiliating.
Su Yan violently brushed his hand away and stepped back several steps, shouting at him,
"Yes, you're right! I did want to become your woman! But now I don't! You don't even remember me. In your eyes, I am just a woman, or even a lowly maid!
