I'm Just a Demon

On a platform similar to a single bed, there was a clean white sheet spread across it.

Ye Rumeng lay sprawled on it in the shape of a spread-eagled figure, her limbs bound by iron hoops.

She struggled incessantly, fear written in her eyes that she could not hide.

Ye Anqi, shocked, looked up. "What are you doing?! What are you doing to Ye Rumeng?"

Ya Shitian's face was icy, devoid of any warmth.

"What I'm going to do to her entirely depends on you."

"What do you mean?"

Ya Shitian took out his phone, dialed a number, and stared at her with dark, heavy eyes.

"I'll ask you one question. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, Ye Rumeng will receive a cut."

"..." Ye Anqi was even more bewildered.

Before she could react, she heard Ya Shitian speak indifferently.

"The game starts now. I'm asking you, do you want to come back with me?"

"..."

Ye Anqi clenched her fists. "Ya Shitian, are you even human? Ye Rumeng is pregnant, and you dare to harm a defenseless pregnant woman!"