Rong Sheng had just arrived when a pair of iron-like hands shackled her from behind. They forcefully pulled her into an embrace, pressing her down tightly, as if trying to meld her into their body.
Rong Sheng was used to his rough treatment. She wouldn't cry or beg for mercy.
It wasn't until Chu Yifeng's hand pressed down on her, leaving her gasping for air, that she struggled to speak. "Chu Yifeng, if you want to kill me, just do it. You don't have to torture me like this!"
Day by day, he tormented her!
Chu Yifeng was slightly stunned, and then a trace of wickedness seeped into his eyes, like an evil emperor. "I won't kill you."
His hand coiled around Rong Sheng's neck like a giant python, slowly tightening and forcing her to breathe. "I will only trap you, imprison you, and bind you to my side. Even in death, your ashes will sleep in my arms."
"Chu Yifeng!"