Ye Wuming responded helplessly, "No."
Even though he knew he was still saving her, at this moment, Ye Wuming felt indescribable—I'm no longer seeking death, so why do you have to say this?
Being forced to answer such questions, answering weakly and humiliatingly, might as well just die.
Zhao Changhe, however, was quite satisfied as he left her body and stood up, as if dressing after a deed: "Since you don't want to die, I suppose now is when you want revenge on us, right..."
Ye Wuming struggled again with her hands, and this time Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao didn't press down on her anymore, releasing her with a smile.
Ye Wuming rubbed her wrists and said coldly, "You'll regret letting me go like this."
