"Put a cloth in his mouth," Xie Jianshen ordered Head Servant Zhou. "I don't want him to wake Little Yu up with his senseless screaming."
Head Servant Zhou moved quickly and efficiently. The moment Liu Wenyuan attempted to let out another piercing scream, the head servant promptly jammed a rolled piece of cloth into his mouth, effectively stifling his vocal cords.
Despite being rendered voiceless, Liu Wenyuan's tears continued to flow freely, soaking the fabric that muffled his distress.
Xie Jianshen's imposing figure loomed over Liu Wenyuan, casting a long, ominous shadow that stretched across the courtyard. The sight of Xie Jianshen kneeling before him, not as an act of supplication but as a prelude to an impending storm, sent a shiver down Liu Wenyuan's spine.
Liu Wenyuan perceived Xie Jianshen not as a fellow omega but as an embodiment of retribution, a harbinger of doom.
