Jiayi bit her soft lower lip hard, suppressing the urge to explain, turning her little head to one side, not looking at his grim eyes.
She bit until her pink, moist lips whitened, then cracked and bled, with red droplets seeping out, soaking her pale lips.
His eyes were incredibly dark and grim, saying nothing, preferring to let her own blood rather than to speak.
Was she ashamed, or scared, or simply too lazy to talk to him?
He raised his hand, harshly grasped her chin, forcing her upper and lower teeth to slightly part so she could no longer bite her lip,
"You are mine, from head to toe, including this little mouth of yours, you have no right to hurt yourself, only I have the right to hurt you, understand?"
This was a typical European-style castle suite, spacious and long uninhabited.
The domineering and ghostly voice echoed in the dim room.
The man's overbearing presence was chilling and helpless, getting increasingly closer.
She wanted to dodge, until—
