Rong Yanchen saw the anger in her eyes but also saw that she did not dare to resist, and that only made him even more dissatisfied.
He slowly walked toward her, and Lan Yue pressed herself harder into the corner, wishing she could disappear.
He stopped in front of her, then reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head so he could look at her clearly.
"You really have nothing," he said coldly while looking at her face. "Except for this pretty face."
His eyes stayed on her for a moment before he added, "And maybe it seems you are fertile too. After all, you gave birth to a cub so soon."
Lan Yue's body stiffened in humiliation and anger, but she remained silent. Then Rong Yanchen crouched down in front of her and lightly patted her cheek.
The touch was gentle, but it terrified her.
She trembled, but this time she forced herself to speak.
