"Chaisi, you're making me feel a bit embarrassed."
With Chaisi's large hand on her, Han Liuyue spoke with near-perfect calm, "Even if I don't have feelings for you, I'm still a woman, after all."
'Is this a personality change from her ordeal, or did one night with Jin Xueli make her such a smooth-talker?'
His hand stilled for a moment. Then, Chaisi said in a low voice, "Be quiet."
"Oh."
Even now, Han Liuyue was just as obedient as ever—even with her hands and feet bound and a tear ripped in the back of her clothes.
Early this morning, a phone call had jolted Chaisi from his sleep.
The subordinate sent to surveil Han Liuyue the previous night told him they had been forced to bind her, bring her back to the Family Faction, and lock her in a detention cell.
"I don't know how she found us..."
