Wasn’t I Just a Toy? The Mad Lord Pei Went Red-Eyed for Me

Her stepbrother sent her into a den of wolves with a single glass of wine, and Shen Zhi became the plaything of Pei Jinye, the living King of Hell feared by the capital's elite.

They said Lord Pei was ruthless and merciless, untouched by desire, and that anyone who tried to get close to him was ground into dust.

Shen Zhi cowered beneath him, the corners of his eyes red, his voice trembling. “Please, let me go...”

The man gripped his chin, his dark eyes as deep and cold as a frozen pool. His voice was icy. “Let you go? Whoever sent you here should have known I'd take you under my control.”

Everyone waited to see the beautiful canary have its wings broken.

But later, at a top-tier auction, when Shen Zhi was deliberately humiliated, Pei Jinye strode through the wreckage and held him tight in his arms, a madness in his eyes that threatened to devour everything.

“Try laying a finger on what's mine. I dare you.”