C337 The Devillike Man(9)

"Yoyo... Yoyo..." His voice seemed to be holding something back, his face buried in her neck, as if he was both affectionate and seeking comfort. Yet, the words he spoke were filled with guilt and tenderness: "I'm sorry... Yoyo, I'm sorry..."

"Sorry for what?" she asked coolly.

He didn't answer, just kept apologizing: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's my fault, Yoyo, I'm sorry..