Zhao Hong had said, "Do you know how many people want to stay by my side like you? There are already 41 people, including you. Why do you want to die? Isn't it better to live?"
Zhao Hong had then said, "Don't worry. You'll become part of my personal collection like them. Do you know why I didn't hit your back? Your back looks like him the most."
It was the most shameful, helpless, bloodthirsty, and disgusting memory. Every time he recalled it, it felt as though he had been dismembered. His body could not help but tremble as he held the paper tightly. He only regained his senses when his fingers started to hurt.
"She's not worthy." Jun Shiyan smiled sarcastically.
It was precisely because she could not have him that she was so crazy and cruel. That was why she would collect men who were similar to him to satisfy her perverted fantasies.