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He Yan's excessive panic caused her to be unable to speak up. She clenched her teeth hard until it made gritting sounds. She pressed her hands hard against the table in an attempt to make a sound that would shock others. What she wanted, even more, was to be able to stand up and reach to the door. But all efforts were in vain. Her body collapsed on the chair, and the fading strength of her hands could not sweep the dinner plate off the table.
Her vision gradually became pitch black. Before her vision completely disappeared into the darkness, she saw him sit at a corner watching her quietly, with his lips revealing a faint sneer and indifferent eyes.
After some time, He Yan awakened from the darkness. An exaggerated chandelier caught her eyes, with its numerous crystal pendants that were refracting the dazzling light.
"Awake?" he asked.
She struggled to get up, instinctively flinching away from the sound. The room was very large. Fu Shenxing sat on a sofa that was in the distance and looked at her, raising the edge of his lips gently, with a joyous smile. "Ms. He, your physical fitness is very good. You woke up earlier than I expected. It only took you half an hour to wake up."
He Yan not only has good physical fitness, but her mental toughness went beyond the level of ordinary people. Otherwise, it was impossible to escape that incident four years ago. Fear caused her to panic, but her rationality urged her to calm down as soon as possible. She closed her eyes vigorously and then opened them when she had accepted her situation. She asked with a tremble: "Are you a man or a ghost?"
Fu Shenxing chuckled softly and sneered: "How can Ms He, who is clever and courageous, ask such a stupid question?"
This question was indeed stupid, which fully exposed the level of her anxiety. There are no ghosts in this world, and Shen Zhijie cannot be resurrected. The only possibility is that he is not dead at all. He is not dead, and he came for revenge!
Her nightmare has turned into reality, and the devil she was deeply afraid of was right in front of her.
It seemed as if she was back to the scene four years ago. He sat there and looked at her coldly, with his indifferent stare that was as sharp as a knife. "Better be clean. Don't leave any mess behind."
..NO! This was even worse than what happened four years ago. He was like a ghost that came out of hell and was back for revenge. Her tears shed uncontrollably, and her body shook uncomfortably, but she was still not a woman who only knew how to cry and beg. She stared at him. Although her voice was still shaking, her heart was still consolidating back determination, bit by bit. "What do you want? You want to kill me?"
"Kill you?" He chuckled and slowly shooked his head. "If I wanted to kill you, why would I still spend so much effort on you?"
Since he wasn't going to kill her, then this means that he was going to torment her. Crying and begging was useless and they will instead make things worse. She suppressed her fears, thought quickly, and tried another method to beg for her life. "Shen Zhijie, let's all calm down and speak rationally, okay?"
His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Her reaction was very different from her performance four years ago...this lady was capable of surprising people every time. "What did you say?" His interest was piqued, "Let's say that I agree to let you go, and that you would never report me to the police. So both of us should forget the past and live a new life?"
That was her original intention.
He Yan pursed her lips and turned to asked, "No, I'm curious, how did you escape from prison?"
He was a little surprised at her question and his eyesbrows were gently raised. "Teacher He, your responses are unexpected. This has made me more certain that our next game will be more interesting."
He Yan couldn't understand his mind and could only deal with it carefully: "What game?"
He sat on the sofa with his two slender legs overlapping one over another. With a relaxed and lazy posture, he directed, ' Turn this modest lady into a low-level strumpet.'
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