"Hmph. And so, I *have* to alter this dress." With that, Shay Lynch closed in on Summer and picked up the needle.
For some reason, Summer subconsciously stepped back, feeling as if the needle would plunge into her skin at any moment.
"If you want to get out of here anytime soon, then cooperate and let's get this dress finished. Otherwise, we can just drag this out. After all, I've got all the time in the world." Seeing how uncooperative Summer was, Shay Lynch became annoyed.
Summer frantically waved her hands. "I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate." 'I really just want to get out of this damn place already!'
"That's more like it!" A smile touched Shay Lynch's lips. She picked up the needle, pinched the qipao's fabric on Summer's shoulder with her other hand, and pushed the first stitch through. Summer's entire body went rigid. Thankfully, it was a close call, but she was unharmed.
