Han Moze saw the tears build up in Liu Rushuang's eyes and smirked wickedly. "Do you love me?"
Liu Rushuang fiercely clenched her fists. "I love you. Now, let go," she said helplessly.
Han Moze smiled, then let go and turned around.
Liu Rushuang glared furiously at Han Moze's back and heaved heavily for a while. Then, she grabbed the cloth and admitted defeat by washing him.
Could someone take this tyrant out?
Han Moze felt the light yet heavy-handed movements and chuckled. "You're a lot more obedient than you were three months ago."
Liu Rushuang thought about three months ago and her body couldn't help but shudder. Every time she fought back, she would end up being unbearably tortured. Gradually, she had given up fighting back and became obedient. She didn't dare run away anymore because she simply couldn't.
