The night was as dark as ink, thick and impenetrable.
Su Huiwan curled up in the corner of the sofa, her slender shoulders trembling slightly. Her long eyelashes drooped, hiding the fear she could not keep from her eyes.
Shen Yuci stood before her in a black suit. His features were handsome, but an almost pathological obsession churned in his eyes.
He reached out and lightly pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His grip was not hard, yet it held her captive, allowing no escape.
“Thinking of running away again?”
His voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a dangerous smile. His thumb brushed over her pale lips.
“Wanwan, you need to understand: there’s nowhere in the world you can go. You can only stay by my side.”
The young woman’s eyes reddened as she timidly tried to shrink away, but the cold back of the sofa was behind her. There was nowhere left to retreat.
“Shen Yuci... please let me go.”
Her faint plea only made him more possessive. He bent down and enclosed her firmly in his arms, his warm breath sweeping over her ear.
“Let you go?” He chuckled, his voice edged with madness. “Only if I’m dead.”
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