Lin Ruoying's lips quivered, wanting to speak, but she found her throat so parched it felt aflame, unable to make any sound.
Master, save me!
She screamed desperately in her heart, her gaze filled with pleading.
"Lin Ruoying, there is only one way to relieve your pain," Zi Qianjing chillingly curved his lips, speaking every word deliberately, "and that is death! I will not stop you from committing suicide. If you truly cannot bear it, you can die right here!"
With that, the young man casually turned and walked away into the moonlight.
That moment, with the oppressive presence gone, Lin Ruoying looked terrified at the large man approaching her, fear igniting her entire body.
The large man, as if he had taken some drug, had an ugly visage flushed red, and his burning gaze, upon seeing Lin Ruoying lying on the bed, rushed towards her like a thirsty man finding a fragrant spring, recklessly ravaging her without any pity.
Rip!
