"Doesn't matter," Cheng Ziang shrugged uninterestedly, then continued to ask, "So, if we leave, will you kill yourself?"
"I will not let the Yichuan Clan suffer from your false accusations. I will cleanse the Yichuan Clan's name with my own death," the girl said, her eyes suddenly reddening as tears once again filled them.
"You don't want to die, do you?" Cheng Ziang asked with a slight frown, seemingly intrigued.
"How dare you judge my thoughts with your vile mind," the girl snapped back, becoming angry and embarrassed as if he'd touched a nerve.
"Hmm, looks like you've given up," said Cheng Ziang, a sudden idea sparking an ambiguous expression as he looked her up and down.
"Since you're dead either way, you might as well let us brothers have some fun," Cheng Ziang said with narrowed eyes and a lecherous tone, "We'll take turns tormenting you each night, tormenting you to death. How does that sound?"