“Let me off!” Vichy scolded him after calmed down a little.
Her limbs were cold, as well as her fingertips, as if she had fallen into a cold cellar.
Even her heart was as cold as ice.
Why? She also wanted to know why, but who could tell her the answer?
“I said let me off, don’t you understand?” She lowered her voice, angrily said, and pulled her elbows backward to attack him, her emotion was about to get out of control.
But Gim didn’t move at all, he seized her waist, turned her over and pressed her against the wall.
“I asked you why!” His voice became hoarser.
The moonlight reflected on his face, making him looked more mighty.
“What can he give you? Money? Or power?” Gim pressed the wall harder, the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He lowered his head, coldly looked at her a
