That evening, Leng Yu Yan slept restlessly.
In her dreams, he was strangling her, his voice so cold it sent shivers down her spine.
"This is what you brought upon yourself!"
"Don't blame me for not being gentle enough..."
Leng Yu Yan suddenly woke up, her body covered in cold sweat and her forehead beaded with perspiration.
In her dreams, when was he ever gentle?
Not tormenting someone to death did not suit his cold and unhinged nature!
Remembering the way he pressed his lips against hers, it truly felt like he wanted to swallow her whole.
Leng Yu Yan clutched the blanket, shivering uncontrollably—his real-life demeanor was becoming increasingly like the menacing aura in her dreams.
She needed to get away from him as soon as possible!
But, how could she escape?
He had actually sent people to secretly watch her—how had she not noticed it?
Could it be that all the people he sent were masters, or perhaps, the ones watching her were just keeping their distance?