Xing Ling was terrified by that cold voice, her body covered in goosebumps, her lips red and swollen, her face flushed, and her eyes brimming with tears, enduring the pain as her wrist was being gripped, much like a victim of harsh bullying.
"If it were someone else, they would already be dead by my hands!" Ye Sihan released her hand, stood up, and straightened his slightly ruffled collar.
He turned, picked up the mobile phone from the table, and switched off the illumination light.
The room suddenly plunged into darkness.
Enveloped in the darkness, Xing Ling heard Ye Sihan's low and icy voice, "Then just keep acting, and don't let me catch on to your poor performance."
Then there was the sound of the door closing.
Xing Ling hurriedly groped for the light switch beside the bed, and the room was brightly lit again.
Ye Sihan's figure was gone.
Was it all just a nightmare she had?
Xing Ling reached for her cell phone and switched on the front-facing camera to inspect her mouth.
