"I promised your father to return you safe and sound," Su Yiren said indifferently, "but your heart is still imperfect and could stop beating at any time. Since I've promised your father you'd return alive, I'm not going to let you go back now only to die somewhere, wasting all this time and effort for such an outcome."
"…"
"If you really can't wait," Su Yiren smiled slightly, "you can just tell me, and I'll immediately give you an anesthetic injection to let you die swiftly. I'll make sure your corpse is well handled. Don't worry."
"…"
Mo Hexuan was speechless.
This woman seemed to have quite an affection for his body, no, his corpse.
Simply a pervert!
"How much longer will it take?"
Mo Hexuan asked, "Surely you don't plan for this to never get better, leaving me here forever, right?"
"Maybe," Su Yiren turned leisurely, speaking indifferently, "If you don't want such a hassle, you can secretly commit suicide. I won't stop you."
