"Tang Yuchen... no... it really won't do..." She closed her eyes, making one final struggle in the throes of death.
The man hovered by her ear, his scorching breath sprayed into her ear, his voice deep and magnetic, the finest Poisonous Insect Technique in the world.
"Baby, you can do it, just try, you really can..."
An Ruo wanted to resist, but her body was void of strength, unresponsive to the commands of her brain, and her hands disobeyed too.
Her hands, as if they weren't hers, belonged to him.
Because she couldn't feel what she was doing, yet she could feel them doing what he wanted.
An Ruo closed her eyes, wishing vehemently to die on the spot.
Tang Yuchen's breaths, deep and shallow, were right by her ear; her heart, her body, were bewitched by him, as though she was in a high-temperature furnace, her body and soul melting slowly in the scorching heat...
When it was all over, she heard the man's suppressed, low growl.
