At this moment, what Kong Yuehui was holding in his hand was no longer a scroll, but a sharp dagger.
The blade blew coldly, and his slender fingertips gently stroked the blade.
"Xiling Ling, you are twenty-four years old, the age of a beautiful flower. It would be a shame to let your youth waste away hiding in your room. If you don't have any other partners you like, why not come back with me? I will take good care of you, my lovely little sacrifice."
Xiling Ling wanted to refuse and call for help, but she couldn't speak.
"Why are you standing so far away? Come to me." Kong Yuehui hooked his finger, and Xiling Ling walked towards him with empty eyes like a puppet being controlled.
Kong Yuehui pulled Xiling Ling into his arms and let her sit on his lap. He put one arm around her slender waist and used the other hand to gently lift her chin with a cold dagger.
She had no way to resist.
"Your body is shaking so badly. Don't be afraid. We are not wild beasts in the mountains. We are not as savage as them." Kong Yuehui spoke slowly. He changed his previous appearance of a weak scholar. His dark pupils were full of suppressed desires.
Dark, seductive, and full of greed.
Kong Yuehui only removed the restraints on Xiling Ling's mouth after making sure that Gu Huaiwei had completely left.
Xilingling felt that her voice had returned.
She was about to scream for help.
"Shh—think carefully about what you are going to say next." Kong Yuehui pressed the cold dagger to her lips, "Be gentle, and you will suffer less."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
