Yang Fan's series of assumptions left Bai Mengzhu stunned.
A splash of nervousness flittered across her pretty and generous face, her hand subconsciously tightening on the cellphone she held.
Seeing this, Yang Fan continued deliberately, "Moreover, the layout of your house is just too good, with as many as three doors. Even if you wanted to run, you couldn't escape. Honestly, after thinking it over, it seems you've only got the one choice—to admit defeat.
"Be a little submissive, and maybe you'll suffer less. The harder you resist, the more pain you may endure. I might have to tie you up and then slowly cultivate our affection."
Bai Mengzhu bit her lip, gaze tense and annoyed as she watched Yang Fan, "Enough is enough, are you going to keep scaring me? Are you coming or not? If not, I'm leaving!"
Yang Fan paused for a moment, "Can't you cooperate with me just a little?"
"Cooperate with you scaring me?" Bai Mengzhu snorted with a nasal hum.