The man's hoarse voice rang in her ear, "What if I turn on the light now..."
"Don't." Ling Ruonan interrupted him urgently, her face, flushed with arousal, turning instantly pale.
This man was just so cruel always grinding her pride to dust, and after grinding it to dust, he still wanted her to pick it up and beg for mercy before him.
"Then tell me, will you find someone else?"
Ling Ruonan knew he was doing it on purpose, asking such questions at this time, threatening her with turning on the lights, forcing her to submit.
She was inherently defiant, unwilling to yield, "That's my business, it has nothing to do with you."
"Really? You think I wouldn't dare to turn on the lights?"
Ling Ruonan dared not provoke him further, fearing the desperate actions of a cornered beast, but she also wouldn't easily submit, opting to keep silent instead.
