Wen Yao gradually accepted this fact. He deceived himself by locking himself in this sick and deformed relationship. Every night, he faced his lover who was imprisoned in chains with a gentle smile.

He thought it would continue like this.

But until Fu Cen appeared.

Wen Yao couldn't understand why they had only met once but fell madly and passionately in love with each other.

Panshu asked him to let her go.

Oh, she said she didn't want to accompany him anymore.

——She wants to leave him.

Run away with that Fu Cen.

That day, Wen Yao calmly untied the shackles on her ankles, and devoutly and obsessively kissed her beautiful white feet.

This is his unfaithful lover.

Only through punishment can people learn from their mistakes.

He originally thought that Fu Cen and Shang Ting were no different.

Wen Yao calmly loaded the bullet and used Ban Shu to trick Fu Cen into the trap he had designed. Using the same method, Fu Cen was the fourth man he killed.

The man loved her so much that he asked her not to hurt her before he died.

Oh. How could he possibly hurt his lover?

These damn men.

Always so attentive to her.

They are all despicable.

Wen Yao grabbed her collar tightly and roughly pressed the back of her head, telling her to open her eyes and see that this was her lover. He was dead and could not be deader.

He picked up the chain again, squatted down, and wanted to lock up his cruel lover who had long since betrayed him.

Wen Yao's warm lips pressed against the woman's earlobe, rubbing it affectionately: "If you seduce someone, I will kill him. When all the men in this world are dead, you will love me."