She now seriously doubted whether Gong Heng would return only to stew her in a pot and then swallow her flesh piece by piece...
In her mind's eye, she naturally envisioned Gong Heng, his mouth smeared with scarlet, cruelly smiling, gnawing at her flesh...
"Don't touch me!"
She scrambled back several steps in fright, her crystalline skin so pale it seemed like water could drip from it.
In her heart, no one knew how much fear she was experiencing.
"You know fear as well?"
He laughed coldly, his face void of compassion as he saw the fear on her face, and then suddenly seized her pale, delicate wrist, warning her viciously, "Don't test my limits and patience again. I believe I have been more than tolerant towards you. But Mianmian, I don't trust my own willpower. Everything from the past should tell you not to provoke me. Xue Ye is alive now, but I can just as easily make him dead. Your nightmare will become your prophecy."
