She seemed much calmer than when she was just locked in three days ago.
Feng Fuce, for some reason, felt a nameless panic.
He feared he truly turned her into a soulless porcelain doll.
Yet, he hated her so much.
Thinking of her heartless side, Feng Fuce let out a mocking sneer.
"Catharsis?" Feng Fuce looked up slowly, eyes burning like fire: "I have done nothing, merely locked you up, and you think that's catharsis?"
As he spoke, he abruptly walked over.
Bai Zhi'er was startled: "What do you want to do?!"
Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist, pressing her against the bed rail, forcing Bai Zhi'er to face away from him.
She struggled uneasily, the shackles on her ankles clattering, yet Feng Fuce still pressed against her tightly.
He reached around and tightly gripped her neck, as if choking, but didn't exert force.
