Shen Cheng tiptoed, the glass bottle within her reach.
Just as she grasped a bottle and was about to pull it down, she heard the masked man’s reminder: "You only have three chances, you must choose carefully. Once you miss the opportunity, there’s no turning back."
No sooner had his words fallen than Shen Cheng had already pulled down the bottle hanging overhead and held it in her hand.
When choosing the first bottle, she did not hesitate at all.
It was the sa with the remaining two.
Without much thought, she pulled down the other two glass bottles.
Holding three glass bottles in her hands, she bent down to place two on the ground, keeping one in her hand.
Only then did she stand up and look in the man’s direction, her eyes casting a light glance.
She didn’t even look at the bottle in her hand again before she pulled out the stopper.
The mouth of the bottle wasn’t too large, just enough to accommodate her hand.
As her hand reached into the bottle to take out the note, the man suddenly spoke out to stop her: "Hold on."
Shen Cheng’s movent paused, and she looked up at him, "What is it?"
"This ga is dull, I suddenly don’t feel like playing anymore."
The man was still fiddling with the valuable ring on his finger, his voice serious yet with a hint of playfulness.
Not wanting to play anymore?
Starting a ga only to propose withdrawing in the middle?
"Are you sick?"
Her gaze fell on the man without a hint of warmth, as if it could sear human skin.
The man chuckled low: "You’re the first to dare say Feng Jiu i is sick."
Saying this, he lowered his voice: "A woman as unruly as you is sothing any man would want to conquer. Undeniably, myself included."
Shen Cheng glared at him, her brows slightly furrowing.
Feng Jiu i paused for a mont, then continued: "I don’t want you to die now, nor do I want you to live a fate worse than death. So this ga, we might as well not play!"
Having said that, he suddenly stood up, swiftly stepping forward with one hand on the iron chain.
In just a matter of seconds, he breezed across the road paved with chains, his figure standing steadily in front of Shen Cheng.
His breathing was even, his deanor composed.
Shen Cheng almost instinctively took a step back.
This man’s skills were frighteningly good!
Seeing her move, Feng Jiu i stepped closer to her, the expression hidden by the mask unclear.
Those enigmatic eyes held a smile, easily revealing his good mood.
Shen Cheng kept backing away, only to realize after two steps that she had no path to retreat.
Her body pressed against the cold wall, the piercing chill penetrated her skin and seeped into her bones, starting to feel sowhat cold.
Feng Jiu i’s gaze was deep, as if it could see through a person’s heart, reading their thoughts.
He took a step back and smiled: "There are many ways to conquer a woman, and coercion is the crudest. Such ans, I’ve always disdained."
Seeing Shen Cheng still leaning against the wall, he took another two steps back and reminded her: "The wall is cold."
Shen Cheng still did not move.
She stood there, expressionless, watching him: "Does whether I’m cold or not concern you?"
As if she thought of sothing else, her lips slowly curved into a smile, "Coercion is a crude thod, what about your thod of imprisonnt?"
Without giving Feng Jiu i a chance to answer, she asked him, "Do you think it’s noble?"
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