"What, unwilling?"
Baili Chengye's chilly voice came through, causing Qi Xinrou to shiver uncontrollably as she quickly shook her head, "Willing, willing, I am willing."
"Since you're willing, then stop dawdling. Do you have paper and a pen?" Baili Chengye looked at Qi Xinrou with a somewhat malicious gaze, his eyes ablaze with a bloodthirsty frenzy, as if he was looking forward to her saying no.
"Yes."
Qi Xinrou, frightened by Baili Chengye's stare until her legs went weak, nodded hurriedly. This madman—if she dared to say no, who knew what he might do?
In that moment, she seriously doubted whether her current "boyfriend," whom she had called over, had the courage to stand by her and resist the clearly delusional and crazed Baili Chengye.
Qi Xinrou quickly found paper and a pen, and under Baili Chengye's directive, she wrote the "will," eventually signing her own full name.
