At that moment, Konan somewhat regretted provoking Ronglin earlier. Now she was stuck in an awkward position—unable to move, unable even to beg or curse him. All she could do was scream inside her heart.
"What do you think would happen if I stripped you naked? Dry wood and raging fire? No, no, it's pouring rain right now. Can't get a fire going."
Before Konan could breathe a sigh of relief, Ronglin continued:
"Even if there's no fire, it'd still be nice to have a look~~"
As he spoke, Ronglin actually raised a hand toward Konan's clothes, making her heart quake as she nearly burst into tears.
But halfway there, Ronglin stopped. Shaking his head, he said thoughtfully:
"Taking them off directly is a little troublesome. Better to just cut them off."
A Kunai appeared in Ronglin's hand. Konan was on the verge of collapse now, consumed by regret and fury.
Though she could not move, Ronglin could see a trace of pleading and anger in Konan's eyes.
The emotions in Konan's eyes made Ronglin laugh.
"Looks like you haven't changed much from back then. Even if you've matured a little, you're still the same. Don't get angry so easily. Women who get angry easily age faster."
What the hell am I angry about?! Isn't this all because of you?!
Konan herself had not noticed it, but although this was only her second meeting with Ronglin, every encounter with him left her utterly enraged, her emotions always spiraling out of control.
Even Konan had not expected that. Perhaps it was because Ronglin had left too deep an impression on her back then, even if that first impression had not been a good one.
But if a man wanted a woman to remember him, there were only two best ways: make