If one were to describe Rong Shaoze with an element, it would be ’fire’.
As she opened her eyes, all she saw was a vast expanse of ocean.
She wore thin clothing, her hands raised above her head, bound to a post, with her feet also tied and a rope coiled around her waist.
Barefoot and without shoes, the water just barely submerged her feet.
She had no idea how long she had been soaked , feeling her feet so cold that her whole body shivered.
It took a long moment of stunned reaction before she realized this was not a dream.
She was really tied to a post in the sea!
Lin Xinlan’s face was deathly pale as she lifted her head and saw a huge cruise ship in front of her. The man stood at the bow, leaning on the railing, leisurely enjoying the sea breeze, squinting at her.
Seeing her awake, his handsome thin lips curved into a wickedly indulgent smile.
Lin Xinlan trembled with anger, her lips quivering for a long time before a roar of fury came from her throat.
"Rong Shaoze, what the hell do you want? Let me down, you bastard, let me down!"
She struggled furiously but couldn’t break free.
Being tied up wasn’t just humiliating, it was even more hurtful.
She hadn’t expected him to be so despicable and perverse to tie her up while she was unconscious.
Lin Xinlan was so angry she wanted to cry, but she held back.
She glared at him fiercely, clenching her teeth hard, it was only this way she could express the tumultuous anger surging within her.
Gently, a wave broke over her, submerging her knees, wetting her skirt. As the sea receded, the cold skirt clung to her skin, making her tremble even more.
Her skin, which once had a hint of honey color, was now devoid of any color, pale as if it were the most sacred white lotus, blindingly white.
Rong Shaoze’s sharp eyes narrowed further, he leaned against the railing, a shallow smile on his face, "Does it feel awful?"
He actually had the nerve to ask!
Lin Xinlan sneered in anger, "Want to know? Why don’t you come here and try it for yourself!"
"Tsk tsk," he said with a laugh, shaking his head, his tone cold and frivolous, "Woman, you really have some nerve. Do you know, many men don’t have the guts you do."
Especially the guts to stand up to him.
Forget women; hardly one or two men do.
"Thank you for the compliment. But I think that many men are not as twisted as you! No, I should say, no one is more twisted than you!" Lin Xinlan retorted defiantly.
She was always strong in the face of strength, yielding in the face of weakness.
If Rong Shaoze spoke to her nicely and didn’t treat her in such an extreme manner, she would choose to compromise.
But the more he tortured her using harsh methods, the less she would give in, the more she wanted to fight him to the end.
She knew well that provoking him would not end well, but she couldn’t help but do so anyway.