Destroy This Hopeless World

"What kind of bastard I am—you should know better than anyone, shouldn't you?"

Nan Feng sneered. "Whether it's the way I do things or matters between men and women, I've never pretended to be some righteous gentleman. From the very beginning, I could use your body to flirt with Tang Yuehua without feeling the slightest guilt. Did I ever try to hide it?"

"This is the kind of bastard I am. I'm not some pure-hearted good man."

"Of course, maybe you never considered me a person at all." Nan Feng looked at her mockingly. "In your eyes, I was always just that giant spider parasitizing your body—a hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

"If that's the case, shouldn't you know even better that I'm an animal to the bone?"

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly. Her lips trembled violently as she tried to retort, yet not a sound came from her throat.

"Without expectations, there can be no disappointment."

Nan Feng pressed forward step by step, his voice growing colder and harsher. "You're angry at me now. You're going crazy and getting jealous over whoever I'm involved with outside. That proves you once had those utterly unrealistic fantasies about me."

"But the problem is, when exactly did we ever have that kind of substantive relationship?"

Nan Feng spread his hands, his eyes full of disbelief. "As far as I remember, we were always on guard against each other, merely putting on an act. Through the Soul Blood Pact, you could sense my emotional fluctuations, feel my fear of the unknown—you could even tell perfectly well whether I was lying when I spoke!"

"In front of you, I was completely transparent, like I wasn't even wearing underwear!"

"But what about you?"

Nan Feng stared directly into Bibi Dong's bloodshot eyes. "What were you to me?"