Li Xiude's lips were trembling.
He wanted to stop himself from wetting himself, but he couldn't. All he could hold back now were his tears. His lips trembled, making his entire chin shake, and he could hear his own teeth chattering.
The nerve he'd had just moments ago, sparring with Li Lanxiang under the influence of alcohol, vanished in an instant. Perhaps it had drained out of him along with his urine.
All that remained was terror. What this woman was saying was too fucking frightening.
He wanted to run.
In his senior year of college, the police had raided the place while he was with a prostitute and caught him red-handed. Wang Xiaoliang had paid the fine and brought him back to the dorm from the police station. That night, he had lain awake thinking until morning-Wang Xiaoliang would tell the students in the next room, especially Liu Xinyu. He and Liu Xinyu had become incredibly close in just a few days, so close that Li Xiude had even been jealous.
Liu Xinyu got along with everyone, so had he told them all? He was finished. Before dawn, he had climbed out of bed and run.
Back then, he could still run.
What about now?
When those two pairs of stockings had first come out, he'd thought this woman really knew a thing or two, really knew how to play.
He hadn't expected this woman to be so ruthless, to actually tie him up.
As Li Lanxiang told that story, his head had been full of images. He saw himself sitting in a wheelchair, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, incontinent. Other people looked at him with disgust, yet he returned their looks with an innocent smile, saliva running down his chin again.
It was too terrifying.