Chapter 11: The Pleasure of Self-Torture

ting and unpredictable!Yan Luoxi bit her lips and said nothing.Lǐ n's hand gripped Yan Luoxi’s face, squeezing her delicate cheeks until they were red: "Let me tell you, little dead pup. Don't think y...hing back to that night when Yan Luoxi left. It had only been a few minutes at the time, but now it felt like an old movie's slow-motion scene—real yet blurry.The confusion, shock, pain, and flickerin...