"Boss..."
"Drink it!"
The young man's voice was lower, and a chill was added to his deep eyes.
Ji Yuchen shook her head repeatedly, but didn't dare to muster the courage to retreat. She could only look at the young man with pitiful, begging eyes, "No... No, Boss, please don't treat me like this..."
She looked at the handsome face and slender, beautiful fingers in front of her, which at this moment were like a death warrant, brutally and mercilessly stripping her of her life.
At this moment, she didn't care, rushed forward and tightly hugged the young man's calf, kneeling and crying:
"Boss, what did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this? Please spare me, Boss, for the sake of the years I've followed you, please spare me."
Ji Yuchen's beautiful cheeks were stained with tears, but her hands gripping the young man's legs did not loosen. On the contrary, they tightened even more as she pleaded tearfully.
