Li Xiaoran's perfect body was revealed before Zhao Dong, presenting a unique and tempting sight. At this moment, she had completely surrendered. She didn't dare to make a single move, looking at him with a pitiful gaze.
Zhao Dong watched her silently, his gaze as cold as the deepest abyss. It was this very silence that filled Li Xiaoran with incredible tension, making her feel as if Zhao Dong would kill her in the next second. That murderous gaze made her feel as though she were being pierced by countless icy swords!
Finally, Li Xiaoran decided to risk it all. She lifted her head to look at Zhao Dong, her voice trembling with nervousness. "Zhao Dong… please… don't kill me. I'll do whatever you say."
"Oh?" Zhao Dong smiled, his expression full of mockery. He slowly gripped Li Xiaoran's snow-white chin. "Tell me," he said softly, "why would a beautiful girl like you do such unconscionable things instead of being a good person?"
