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Mo Tian's crimson eyes darkened to a chilling shade. In an instant, his hand shot forward, closing around Feng Ling's throat. Her small frame was lifted effortlessly from the ground, her feet thrashing as strength drained rapidly from her body. Her face flushed red, each breath a struggle.
Mo Tian leaned closer, his voice a low whisper that scraped against her ear like the edge of a blade. "Do not mistake my indulgence for weakness. I allow your insolence… but if you continue to test me, I will break you in ways you cannot even imagine."
The promise in his tone was more terrifying than any threat of pain.
Feng Ling's body trembled despite herself, fear crawling through her veins even as her eyes burned with stubborn hatred.
