Yeh Huang stood up, step by step approaching Long Linger, reaching out to pinch her chin. It was then that Long Linger realized his hands were different from ordinary people, his fingers thin, long, and incredibly strong. With a gentle pinch, it felt as if her bones were breaking. She cried out in pain, "Hey, let go, or I'll call for help!"
Yeh Huang's brow furrowed further and he asked doubtfully, "Call for help?"
Long Linger suddenly opened her mouth wide, "Help..."
Unfortunately, just as the word "help" escaped her lips, Yeh Huang's other hand covered her mouth, pinning her against the wall with a cold and harsh tone, "Listen, crushing you is as easy as crushing an ant. From now on, you must learn to respect me; this room is mine since I'm staying here. Without my permission, you are not allowed to step in even half a step!"
