"You flatter me." Wen Zhi walked towards her, "So, you’ve come here with the genuine intention to save him, right?"
Wen Zhi gazed at Ye Ranran, his gaze brimming with an enigmatic glimmer.
His eyes were wolf-like, as if Ye Ranran in front of him was a delectable piece of meat.
"Of course I’m sincere. Tell me what you want," she said.
"I want you. Why don’t we start now? How does that sound?" Wen Zhi slowly approached Ye Ranran.
"Really? You really want me?" Ye Ranran blinked her eyes, a radiant smile spread across her face.
Without fearing what tricks Ye Ranran might play, Wen Zhi believed she was no match for him —weak as a chicken and despite her high intelligence.
"Yes, if you obediently let me have my way, I will release him. How does that sound?"
Ye Ranran nodded without hesitation, "Sounds good."
As she spoke, she flirtatiously winked at Wen Zhi,
Chu Ji didn’t think that Ye Ranran would really do anything with Wen Zhi, but he was silently worried for her.
As Wen Zhi approached, Ye Ranran opened her arms, "Won’t you give me a hug?"
"Come on." Wen Zhi opened his arms, waiting for Ye Ranran to cuddle into him.
Indeed, Ye Ranran rushed towards him, but as she got close, she suddenly raised her high-heeled shoe, swinging it violently at Wen Zhi.
She really wished she could kick him, but her feet were bare and numb from the cold, so she felt the shoe would cause greater damage.
Caught off guard, Wen Zhi was directly hit by Ye Ranran’s attack.
Blood immediately flowed from a gash in his head.
"You fucking bitch! You’re asking for death." Wen Zhi roughly gripped Ye Ranran’s hair and dragged her towards him.
His strength was immense, forcing Ye Ranran to look up at him, her gaze meeting his fearlessly, "A bitch? At least I’m cleaner than you."
As she finished speaking, she lifted her hand and slapped Wen Zhi hard.
Wen Zhi did not expect Ye Ranran would resist; her face was already paled from the pain yet she could still slap him again.
With a flick of his face still stinging from the slap, Wen Zhi forcefully pulled Ye Ranran towards him.
Blood dripped from the top of his head onto his face, covering half of it.
The stark contrast of the red and white made him look particularly terrifying.
With their faces so close, his blood stained Ye Ranran’s hair and face.
"Behave yourself now, I can make you feel good. Otherwise, you’ll only suffer more." Wen Zhi choked Ye Ranran’s neck and kissed her face.
Ye Ranran felt like the air was being squeezed out of her mouth. Her breathing became more and more difficult.
But she refused to concede easily. If she was going to die, she would take him down with her!
With one hand clutching Wen Zhi’s hair, her other hand found his wound and she forcibly pressed into it.
"Ahh!" Wen Zhi cried out in pain and was forced to let Ye Ranran go.
Ye Ranran staggered and fell heavily to the ground.
Chu Ji, who didn’t dare to breathe loudly at the side, extended a hand just in time to help her cushion the fall.
"Are you okay?" Chu Ji asked anxiously.
Ye Ranran shook her head and stood up, "I’m fine. Don’t worry about me."
Like he wouldn’t worry. She was bound to be abused to death by Wen Zhi.
"Why don’t you go? Stop worrying about me." Wen Zhi said.
Ye Ranran shook her head, "No, I’ve come this far. I must take you with me."