The man didn't seem to fall for the Beauty Trap, his grip only tightened.
Just as Sang Ning had given up all hope and prepared to close her eyes to embrace death, the choking sensation around her neck suddenly eased a little.
Sang Ning felt a flicker of joy in her heart—this was actually working!
Her gaze turned softer, tinged with grievance, as she looked at the man. You bastard, let me see if my pitiful act doesn't move you!
Li Juezhou unknowingly eased the strength in his hand. Seeing Sang Ning's delicate, pitiful expression, a strange pang of pity stirred within him.
He wasn't the kind of man easily swayed by beauty, yet a voice in the depths of his mind frantically urged him to stop this foolish behavior immediately.
Li Juezhou succumbed to that voice and let go of her neck, his gaze cold as he asked Sang Ning, "What's your name?"
Finally free, Sang Ning endured the discomfort and croaked out in a hoarse, raspy voice, "My name is Sang Ning."
