His hand was wrapped around her slender neck like a vine, tightening inch by inch.
If it weren't for the stubborn smile in those foggy eyes, he would have thought that this woman who was so weak that he could just pick her up and throw her away would have died in his hands. His eyes were covered with another color, a cold and gray tone, just like the gown he was wearing at the moment.
When the air in her lungs was almost exhausted, his hand slowly climbed up, and his fingers affectionately rubbed her slightly purple lips. Slowly, a smile appeared on his face, the kind of smile that is used when describing the most evil demons in Western literature.
She stiffened her back coldly, listening to him use his bones to grind out a few words, "Now that you've thought about it, tell me who you really are."
She was still smiling, not scared or scared, unhurried, "I am Luo Xiaoman, your new pet."