"Hehehe...Yiran, how does it feel?" Tianxin asked, unable to suppress her mischievous smirk as she watched Chen Yiran's tensed figure.
"..." Chen Yiran's breathing had become very rushed. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Tianxin's triumphant smile. His hands, tied up by her, were already clenched into fists.
"Oh, what did you say just now? Something about how a man can be killed, not humiliated, right?" Tianxin continued smirking while watching Chen Yiran's thin lips tighten into a straight line, "Well, you're spirited and determined, so you shouldn't mind me continuing to tease you, right?"
"Tianxin..." Chen Yiran's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he called her name softly and hoarsely from the depths of his throat.