Chen Yi pressed in step by step, his figure growing larger and larger in her field of vision.
Yin Weiyin felt her soul fly out of her body; every step he took seemed to tread on her taut heartstrings. That steady sound of footsteps echoed through the Heart Lake World like a death-drum urging her to the execution ground.
A chill shot straight from her tailbone to her Heavenly Spirit Cover. Before her eyes, that half-smiling, half-not expression of Chen Yi's surfaced, and past memories surged up in an instant.
She knew it far too well.
Every single time, as long as she so much as raised her tail a little, gathered a bit of momentum and tried to turn the tables and take charge, she would always be pressed back down by him in an even more forceful way that made her so ashamed and furious she wanted to die.
