Ye Xiaoyu wanted to break free from his embrace, but he held her so tightly that a slight struggle could snap her slender waist.
"I want to drink some water."
Anjue easily let her go: "Pour me a glass."
To let her move around the room, he extended the length of the chain substantially, allowing her to go anywhere in the living room.
In the kitchen, she leaned weakly against the wall, gasping for breath. He had warned her not to try to escape, or the consequences would be unimaginable, and he would take a series of crazy actions.
Now, the prophecy had come true.
The chain on her foot, the ruined necklace around her neck, and Ping Ping. He no longer used Chen Ming and Shen Yan to threaten her; he had better leverage and more advantageous methods.
She never understood what she had done to deserve such a mad love from him.
"Where's the water?"
His impatient voice rang out from the living room.
Ye Xiaoyu shivered and quickly poured the water.
