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Just the other day she was talking in her sleep, incessantly calling some teacher Jiang's name.
Latter, he tried to probe with a question, and to his amazement, she actually blushed.
Who else could be her man?
Thinking of this, Si Yuheng felt even more justified. His emerald eyes gradually darkened, and he could no longer bear the agony, so he pulled off his belt.
"Si Yuheng! You dare—," Liang Anya screamed.
Seemingly impatient with her endless struggling and with the injected drug weakening him more than usual, his gaze grew colder as he leaned close to her ear, "Agree to this one time, and I'll let you go tomorrow. Beiming Hall will completely vanish from your sight, and I will no longer trouble you."
She was taken aback.
Seizing this rare opportunity, he lifted her already ill-fitting, oversized clothes!
"Not okay—," Liang Anya snapped back to reality.
What kind of exchange was this, expecting her to be his tool for sexual gratification?
