Torture

A few seconds later, Wang Xin put away the dagger and looked at Zhang Qi. Word by word, he said, "From today onwards, you are my wife. Serve me well in the future. If I tell you to go east, you are not allowed to go west!"

"No!" Zhang Qi's eyes were stubborn.

Wang Xin gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands. He grabbed Zhang Qi's neck tightly, as if he wanted to break her neck. The veins on his arms bulged.

Zhang Qi struggled in pain. Her hands were locked, and she could only struggle to move her head back with all her might. Her mind was blank, and the air in her chest was getting thinner and thinner. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. This feeling was too painful. Zhang Qi tried her best to shake, but she could not escape the grip of those hands.

"Hehe." Wang Xin smiled. He looked at the woman's painful expression and felt inexplicably comfortable.