The most terrifying thing is being given as a plaything to some perverts to play with, eventually discarded like a worn-out shoe.
Shen Wang glanced at the beautiful Paper Kite: "You should be thankful for keeping yourself pure as jade, or I would kill you today."
He's not a good person; if Paper Kite wasn't pure, implying entanglements with multiple men, she'd be a hassle for him.
Paper Kite smirked bitterly; this is the fate of people like her, without strength, only fit to have others decide their destiny.
"Husband, if Paper Kite ever does anything to betray you, you may go ahead and strike; I will never resent you."
Paper Kite solemnly declared.
"Alas, this between you and me can be considered fate."
Shen Wang reluctantly wrapped his arm around Paper Kite's slender waist, muttering, "Luckily, having children is like opening a mystery box, you never know what kind of talent will show up, even if born, who can definitively predict the future?"
