Xia Ling's heart sank. It hurt so terribly that it felt numb instead.
She heard herself whispered, "Okay." So what if she wasn't okay with it? She couldn't escape nor hide, and could only be imprisoned in this side of the world to serve him. What was the difference between this and being a mistress? Yes, she wasn't reconciled. If her sister had been fine, she would fight till the end and would rather be a shard of jade than a whole tile. But now, her sister was missing, and her life and death were still uncertain, so she couldn't continue to be willful.
Pei Ziheng looked warmly and gently at her. "Have you thought it through?"
"I have."
"You won't regret?"
"I won't regret."
A hint of a smile appeared in the depth of his eyes, and he leaned back on the sofa and said to her, "If that's the case, then show some sincerity. Take off your clothes."
Her body trembled and her face turned pale.
Pei Ziheng said, "Why, are you unwilling?"
