Gong Heng looked at her pitiful little figure and a seductive smile hooked the corners of his mouth, "Guess, if you're too slow, will I let you drown?"
Her body shuddered involuntarily, staring at him in disbelief!
The depth of the hot spring could be adjusted, and most of the time the water would be just above the knees, comfortable for sitting in. But sometimes Gong Heng would deliberately make it difficult for her, setting the depth to over 1.7 meters, and at those times she could only instinctively cling tightly to his neck to avoid slipping under.
She was certain he wouldn't let her drown, but she was also certain he would revel in tormenting her until her last breath before finally pulling her up.
Because, this was Gong Heng.
He was evil, unreasonable, frighteningly paranoid, with every action devoid of any discernible pattern.
By his side, she had to tread carefully, walking on thin ice, fearing that a minor move might displease him.
