"Being used, are you still feeling proud?" Fan Er continued to provoke the woman.
"That's right, at least it proves I have some value. But don't say he's using me—I'm the one who approached him. I want to hit you where it hurts."
"You're asking for it." Fan Er's grip tightened, and the woman's face turned red instantly.
Her hands kept clawing at Fan Er's hand.
Fan Er slightly loosened his grip, allowing the woman to breathe.
"See, as soon as I tighten my fingers, you won't have a life. I advise you to behave and not defy me."
"If you have the guts, kill me. I'm just afraid you wouldn't dare." The woman looked at him provocatively. "If I die, everyone will know you did it, and this stain will follow you forever."
"Oh, and by the way, I'm carrying your child. What do you think people will say about you if I die?"
What would they say? Merely that he's cruel and ruthless? That his life is over?
Gradually, Fan Er let go of his hand.
