What are you thinking about?

Yuan Zhao's brow twitched, and he quickly said:

"I wasn't thinking about anything!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft snort was heard. Rong Ruo's slender fingers tapped lightly on the fine nanmu table, neither too light nor too heavy, making Yuan Zhao's scalp tingle.

She didn't dare look at Rong Ruo at all; she kept her head down, but the next moment her head was forced to be raised.

No one knew how Rong Ruo did it. He was sitting in the armchair, but her chin seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, forcing her to raise her head and look at Rong Ruo.

Rong Ruo's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a pleased smile, and he said unhurriedly:

"It has been a long time since anyone dared to look me in the eye, much less with such a gaze."

"Your eyes are quite nice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Zhao felt as if something was stabbing his eyes, causing him intense pain.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid.

Even though she had served this wicked man for three years in her previous life, she still hadn't figured out his temper.

This man is unpredictable; no one knows what he will do next.

As the pain in her eyes intensified, Yuan Zhao's eyes reddened and welled with tears. Even so, she gritted her teeth and refused to beg for mercy.

"Not begging for mercy?"

Rong Ruo asked calmly.

Yuan Zhao didn't speak, but her expression said it all.

For Rong Ruo, begging for mercy was useless; it would only make him happier.

Moreover, Yuan Zhao didn't think Rong Ruo would harm her.

There are many rumors about Rongruo, especially that he changed women very frequently, usually once a month.

This was one of the reasons why she gritted her teeth and begged him. She originally thought it would only take one time, but who knew that it would take three years, every month without fail.

She dared not hope that this jinx was in love with her, but she knew that she was still different, perhaps because she was obedient enough, or perhaps because she could withstand being tormented.

In short, she felt that he wouldn't kill her for the time being.

Just as she expected, just when she felt her eyes were about to be pierced by something, Rong Ruo finally let her go, and the stinging sensation slowly disappeared.

However, the matter was far from over. Without giving her time to catch her breath, Rong Ruo asked:

"Who came up with the idea?"

Yuan Zhao has changed so much in the last two days.

After he left today, he heard all the details of what happened afterward.

He didn't think Yuan Zhao had the brains and courage to do that.

If she had any sense at all, she wouldn't have been exploited and leeched by the Zhou family for the past three years.

He wanted to know who had made her suddenly realize this, and more importantly, whether it would affect him.

He still needed Yuan Zhao, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Thinking of this, his voice turned cold, and he uttered a single word:

"explain!"

The single word carried immense pressure, as if a giant hand were gripping her neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Yuan Zhao's fair face suddenly turned red. She realized in a flash that her changes over the past two days had made Rong Ruo think that she had someone backing her.

Thinking of this, she spoke with difficulty:

"Nobody's here!"

"laugh!"

Rong Ruo let out a soft, mocking, and cold laugh:

"They won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Zhao felt her neck being gripped even tighter. She reached out to grab the invisible energy, but her hands seemed not to belong to her and she couldn't move them.

Her eyes began to bleed, and just when she felt she was going to die here today, the invisible hand that was holding her suddenly loosened, and she gasped for breath.

But before she could recover, her neck was once again grabbed and restrained.

An incense stick's time passed, and Yuan Zhao lost count of how many times she had returned from the brink of death. She finally understood why people outside turned pale at the mere mention of Rong Ruo.

He's really crazy!

Each time, he would stop at the point that brought her to the brink of death, release her, and wait for her to catch her breath before continuing the previous torture.

In his eyes, I was nothing more than an ant.

"explain!"

A deep voice sounded overhead once again.

Yuan Zhao forced a sarcastic smile:

"Speechless!"