Ye Shayan's spirit had been worn away by the torture last night.
This night made her truly understand what it meant by the disparity in strength between men and women. She had no chance of winning if she wanted to fight against a man.
She didn't want to experience that unbearable night again. If she did it a few more times, she would go crazy.
" Do you know your mistake now? Too late."
Feng Sheng's tone was flat and cold.
He didn't seem to want to look at Ye Shayan anymore. He turned around and walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa.
There was a plate of fruit on the coffee table, and a fruit knife beside it.
Feng Sheng walked to the coffee table and bent down slightly. His slender fingers picked up the fruit knife that was about fifteen centimeters long.
"Feng Sheng, what are you doing?"
When Ye Shayan saw Feng Sheng walking toward her with a knife in his hand, her long hair draped over the bed like a madwoman, her eyes turned crazy.
