"Thirty-six Stratagems, fleeing is the best," had always been Li Qianrui's motto. She wouldn't stay to fight this Demon head-on; she intended to avoid his sharp edge.
She knew he was holding back his rage, but the more he did, the more dangerous it became. She actually wished he would just lose his temper or something. His soft and sinister way was frightening.
The bedroom door opened, and Li Qianrui's eyes lit up with hope, but then a long leg came from behind her to prop the door, followed by three strong fingers pressing down on her fragrant shoulder, pinning her directly against the wall.
The man's dangerous breath swept over her from behind, kissing her delicate and fair little face, "If you like this position, just tell me, and I'll indulge you right now."
Li Qianrui felt a chill below, then a heart-wrenching pain.
