Even though he held her neck, he didn't put any force into it. Xiaoling glared at him despite being held hostage.
"What?" Xiaoling gulped. He felt it under his hand, "Did I say something wrong?" Her tone was harsh.
He scoffed, "Do I look like someone who would be afraid of death?" He asked sternly, "I'm doing this for you, yet you dare to disobey me?"
"I'm not your pet or something! Why should I listen to you?" Xiaoling frowned and shouted.
He exhaled in anger and pushed himself against her, closing the distance between them. His grip on her neck pushed her face upward to look at him, and he lowered his face. They were only an inch apart when Xiaoling pushed her arms out, struggling to push the man away from her, but in vain.
"Xiaoling!" He shouted, startling her to the point her movements froze, "Stop it," He whispered.
