"What do you want me to do?"
After a long moment, Yan Er shifted in his seat with complex emotions, sipped the deep red liquid in his cup, and his expression could not hide the bitterness as he looked at Yan Xiaye.
He realized he had truly lost to this woman, even though he knew he could never possess her, even though he knew she was using him, all he wanted was to indulge and support her.
The selfless giving without any benefit or sweet reward was almost unprecedented for him, yet she so effortlessly took his first time, mocking herself with a nonchalant demeanour, forcing him to hand over the initiative: "Or should I say, what can I do for you?"