Such a smiling face was so chilling it made people shudder.
Meng Xi'er's body stiffened slightly, and after a long silence, she let out a soft "Hmm."
A satisfied smile appeared on the man's face, he withdrew his gaze, and uttered a nonchalant promise: "As long as you behave, I won't treat you unfairly."
Meng Xi'er lowered her eyes, staring for a long time at their hands clasped together.
"I remember you once told me," she bit her lip and murmured, "that you'd let me go once you got sick of me. When exactly will you..." grow tired of me?
She didn't finish her sentence, to utter it made her feel unbearably awkward.
The man's face remained calm as he slowly turned to look at her, and seeing the look on his face, Meng Xi'er knew she had misspoken again.
But she simply couldn't hold back.
She had been kept here for more than twenty days.