"You said that you would agree to any of my demands?" Xia Xiaonuan glanced at Nangong Yaoling, raising her eyebrows and asking.
Nangong Yaoling lifted her chin: "Of course!"
"Does it include letting me leave?" Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but blurt out.
Nangong Yaoling's expression froze for a moment.
Then, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile.
That smile held a kind of bloodthirsty cruelty.
"Xia Xiaonuan, do you know what you are saying?" he said with a smile, yet the sound seemed to come from his nasal cavity.
A particularly eerie atmosphere filled the space.
Xia Xiaonuan knew she was about to anger him again, but this time, she didn't intend to take back her words.
"Nangong Yaoling, you just said you would meet all my demands!"
"Xia Xiaonuan, don't push your luck." Nangong Yaoling's face turned pale, one hand gripping her jaw tightly, his tone cold and sinister.
"I know, you won't!" Xia Xiaonuan said, summoning her courage.
