Chi Ying shivered and curled into a ball.
Looking at the impassioned, demonically transformed face before her, her heart throbbed painfully in waves.
In the end, she no longer had the strength to struggle; she just looked at the ceiling blankly, tears slipping down her cheeks like a soulless porcelain doll.
She allowed him to do as he wished.
Originally, anger had overwhelmed him, making him want to punish and torment her severely, but now, seeing her looking like a lifeless corpse, his interest dissipated completely.
He turned her damp little face toward him, feeling a twinge of tenderness. He reached out to brush aside the wet, soft hair from her forehead and said in a deep voice, "I won't hold the past against you anymore. From now on, just follow me obediently, and I promise, I will never let you suffer again..."
After a pause, he added, "Except for matters involving Fu Qin."
However, Chi Ying only stared at the ceiling, seemingly deaf to his words.
