Chapter 48

Shen Jing’s narrow, slanted eyes curved upwards, filled with an insatiable desire.

Good thing I hadn’t given him any strange fetishes back then.

He wouldn’t stoop to forcing anyone.

I lowered my eyes and pushed him away: “Give me some time.”

After a long moment, his brows relaxed.

The fragmented light was so bright I couldn’t look directly at it.

“Alright.

“We have all the time in the world…”

That day, Shen Jing took me to a graveyard, with a dozen neatly arranged tombstones.

He poured bottle after bottle of baijiu onto the graves:

“Manman, these are the graves of my parents and other family members.

“When we found them, all that was left was ashes. The whole family was shot.

“That fire burned for three days and three nights. It was one of my dad’s old subordinates who secretly snuck back into the ruins and found them.

“Manman, do you know?

“Later, I found their families, tied them all up, and made them watch with their own eyes how they were burned to death.”

I shivered all over.

Shen Jing leaned his forehead against mine and chuckled: “He cursed me, said I’d die a terrible death and go to hell.”

A burning hot lip suddenly pressed close to mine, and he whispered: “But he doesn’t know, I’m already in hell.”

I choked out: “Then, will you kill again?”

“As long as you don’t leave.” He swallowed my breath: “I won’t touch anyone.”

But, Shen Jing, you must die.

That was the final ending I had drawn for you.

The wicked are judged, and justice will ultimately prevail.