He Zoey opened his eyes and found himself in a strange environment.
Thinking about her previous experience, she soon realized that someone had tied her up.
She struggled, but her hands and feet were too strong, even if she wore the skin of her arms, it would not help.
"I had the rope tied very firmly. Don't struggle in vain."
The familiar voice came into her eardrum. He Zoey looked at the man who appeared in front of her and said in surprise, "Is that you?"
"It's me."
Sylvan Young paced up to her and raised her chin with one hand. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Have you missed me?"
"Yes."
He Zoey said in a cold voice, "I wonder why you're not dead yet!"
As she finished speaking, Sylvan Young's fingers slowly increased in strength.
"Don't be stubborn, you will suffer a lot."
He Zoey turned away from his face and pulled his chin away from his fingers.