"Whether you want it or not, that's not for you to decide," Huang Feiyu whispered with a grin. He stroked Ye Ningjie's cheek, which felt smooth in his hands. "I still spare your life. You better feel happy and grateful."
"You dream!" Ye Ningjie slapped Huang Feiyu's hand and then spat on the ground in disdain.
"Until whenever I will not want to be your concubine. You better kill me!" she shouted with bloodshot eyes. She felt so angry and loathed him.
Huang Feiyu smiled. He caught her chin and gripped it. The cold grin on his face became even more pronounced. He looks like a demon emperor who wants to catch his prey.
"Death is a very easy punishment. Miss Ning, get ready. You will soon be free from this slum."
"You …." Ye Ningjie couldn't say anything else. Her body was shaking. She was afraid that if her anger surged one more time, she would immediately vomit blood.
