Chapter 159: If You Have the Guts, Kill Me

In the basement.

Mi Yao curled up in the corner, her bare feet delicate as jade. At that moment, two thick iron chains bound her slender and exquisite ankles, the chains having chafed red marks into her tender skin.

She was very quiet, seemingly maintaining this pose without moving, the dim light casting a long, delicate, and frail shadow of her.

At that moment, "clang," the door to the basement burst open, followed by a sound of steady footsteps approaching her.

Mi Yao's body slightly trembled, then she hugged herself and retreated towards the corner, the iron chains scraping a coarse sound across the cement floor.

Suddenly there was pain on her jaw, her small, palm-sized face was forcibly lifted up, Feng Yueming's tall and long-legged figure standing before her, gazing down at her with a commanding air, "In such a state, where do you think you could escape to?"

Mi Yao's large, black, adorable eyes turned coldly, coldly staring at him.