Li Qiyu hugged her knees, curled up at the head of the bed, trembling in fear at the thought that she was responsible for everything that had happened.
When she heard footsteps, she suddenly raised her head, and the man's sharply sculpted face came into view in her dark pupils.
Bo Yeyuan's lips were the color of cherry blossoms, slightly pursed with a taste of heartlessness, as he walked towards her.
Li Qiyu stared at his empty and harsh eyes, which made him seem like a walking corpse, devoid of flesh and soul.
"Did you order someone to capture me?" Li Qiyu felt as though she'd been punched in the chest, struggling to breathe.
A large hand gripped her throat, and Bo Yeyuan leaned down, his face very close to hers, his breath of death enveloping her, "I have said, if you touch someone around me again, I will show no mercy."
His breath on her face was so indifferent it chilled her to the core.
