CHAPTER 458: CHAPTER 459: THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO CONQUER A WOMAN

Shen Cheng tiptoed, the glass bottle within her reach.

Just as she grasped a bottle and was about to pull it down, she heard the masked man’s reminder: "You only have three chances, you must choose carefully. Once you miss the opportunity, there’s no turning back."

No sooner had his words fallen than Shen Cheng had already pulled down the bottle hanging overhead and held it in her hand.

When choosing the first bottle, she did not hesitate at all.

It was the same with the remaining two.

Without much thought, she pulled down the other two glass bottles.

Holding three glass bottles in her hands, she bent down to place two on the ground, keeping one in her hand.

Only then did she stand up and look in the man’s direction, her eyes casting a light glance.

She didn’t even look at the bottle in her hand again before she pulled out the stopper.

The mouth of the bottle wasn’t too large, just enough to accommodate her hand.

As her hand reached into the bottle to take out the note, the man suddenly spoke out to stop her: "Hold on."

Shen Cheng’s movement paused, and she looked up at him, "What is it?"

"This game is dull, I suddenly don’t feel like playing anymore."

The man was still fiddling with the valuable ring on his finger, his voice serious yet with a hint of playfulness.

Not wanting to play anymore?

Starting a game only to propose withdrawing in the middle?

"Are you sick?"

Her gaze fell on the man without a hint of warmth, as if it could sear human skin.

The man chuckled low: "You’re the first to dare say Feng Jiu Mei is sick."

Saying this, he lowered his voice: "A woman as unruly as you is something any man would want to conquer. Undeniably, myself included."

Shen Cheng glared at him, her brows slightly furrowing.

Feng Jiu Mei paused for a moment, then continued: "I don’t want you to die now, nor do I want you to live a fate worse than death. So this game, we might as well not play!"

Having said that, he suddenly stood up, swiftly stepping forward with one hand on the iron chain.

In just a matter of seconds, he breezed across the road paved with chains, his figure standing steadily in front of Shen Cheng.

His breathing was even, his demeanor composed.

Shen Cheng almost instinctively took a step back.

This man’s skills were frighteningly good!

Seeing her move, Feng Jiu Mei stepped closer to her, the expression hidden by the mask unclear.

Those enigmatic eyes held a smile, easily revealing his good mood.

Shen Cheng kept backing away, only to realize after two steps that she had no path to retreat.

Her body pressed against the cold wall, the piercing chill penetrated her skin and seeped into her bones, starting to feel somewhat cold.

Feng Jiu Mei’s gaze was deep, as if it could see through a person’s heart, reading their thoughts.

He took a step back and smiled: "There are many ways to conquer a woman, and coercion is the crudest. Such means, I’ve always disdained."

Seeing Shen Cheng still leaning against the wall, he took another two steps back and reminded her: "The wall is cold."

Shen Cheng still did not move.

She stood there, expressionless, watching him: "Does whether I’m cold or not concern you?"

As if she thought of something else, her lips slowly curved into a smile, "Coercion is a crude method, what about your method of imprisonment?"

Without giving Feng Jiu Mei a chance to answer, she asked him, "Do you think it’s noble?"