In the narrow and rigid detention cell.
Song Zhizhi was brutally shackled to the wall by Ye Wenhan, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't overpower Ye Wenhan's strength.
She glared at Ye Wenhan with fierce rage, her whole body exuding repulsion, full of disgust.
Yet, Ye Wenhan didn't care about Song Zhizhi's emotions. He asked, "What? You don't want me to get close?"
"Get lost!" Song Zhizhi roared in fury.
"Get lost?" Ye Wenhan, with his body harshly pressing Song Zhizhi against the wall, cleared a hand to grasp her chin forcibly, making her look at him. "Song Zhizhi, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day? I dream of ripping your mouth apart, making you wish you were dead, and filled with regret!"
"You think you can make me wish to die, feel regretful like this? Ye Wenhan, aren't you considering me too weak?" Song Zhizhi retorted mockingly.
