Chapter 90

Ye Ran’s pupils contracted sharply, then dilated, her breathing so shallow she felt as if she were suffocating. Li Dayang pursed his thick, greasy lips, grabbed Ye Ran’s cheeks with frantic urgency, and smacked his mouth, ready to kiss her. To Ye Ran, the scene before her was undoubtedly the most horrific, deeply traumatic experience of her life. She watched in terror, her brain feeling as if it were being electrocuted, currents of panic jolting through her nerves. Her consciousness screamed at her to struggle and flee, but her body remained rigid as stone, unable to move a muscle. She couldn’t even summon a sound; her throat felt blocked by an invisible force, and in her extreme terror, she was rendered mute. Li Dayang’s face moved closer and closer, his distorted, savage features glistening with a base, oily sheen. His large, coarse pores looked like deep, jagged pits—repulsive and terrifying.