Hearing her utter the words "Xia Ling," an ounce of pain flashed in Pei Ziheng's eyes. Yet, he recovered his cold demeanor almost immediately. "Ye Xingling, I've said it already, you will pay the price for what you've done."
"But," She looked at him sorrowfully. "if that wasn't selling herself, what else could that be."
Uncertainty and curiousness rose inside her, she hoped so badly that he would give her a different reply. In that instance, Xia Ling had decided, if he mentioned "love," she would reveal her identity and return to him at once.
But he thought she was being sarcastic.
"Ye Xingling, you really are unrepentant." He uttered every word through clenched teeth before cuffing her hands to the bed. "I will make sure you never utter a word of insult about Xia Ling ever again."
He let go of her and walked towards a cabinet, where he reached for something.
She widened her eyes as she saw a glass tube half-filled with a dark green liquid.
