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"If I say yes, what are you going to do about it?" Muhan suddenly felt like teasing her, curious to see how she'd react to such an answer.

"What do you think I'd do?" Ranxi shot back with a question of her own, her gaze sharp and intense.

"I have no idea what you'd do. So, since neither of us knows, why don't we find out?" Muhan's smile widened, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"If you dare to harm me today, as long as I survive, I'll make sure you regret it!"

"Sounds intriguing. Now I'm even more eager to test your words. Let's go!" With a slight tug, Ranxi stumbled into his chest.

Instinctively, she pushed against him, refusing to get closer. Seeing this, Muhan wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into an embrace.

"It's freezing. Let's get a little closer," he said with a barely noticeable mischievous grin, clearly toying with her.

"Let go of me, you jerk!" Ranxi snapped, pushing him away in disgust. "I'd rather freeze than be near you!"

"That's not up to you anymore. You've piqued my interest—my interest in tormenting you!" Before she could protest, Muhan hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her to a small room that resembled a dressing room, tossing her onto the couch.

Su Ranxi was thrown into a daze, stumbling as she got up from the couch. It was only then she realized this room was quite something, noticeably warmer than the rest of the place.

Feng Muhan stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at her. His narrow, captivating eyes had an indescribable allure, and his strong presence was almost suffocating.

His well-tailored black suit accentuated his tall, lean frame, making him look like a professional model on an international runway. Honestly, if it weren't for his twisted behavior, she might have been impressed by him. "What a shame!"

"Shame about what?" Feng Muhan noticed her staring and speaking cryptically, narrowing his eyes as he leaned in to scrutinize her.

"It's a shame that such a handsome exterior houses such a twisted soul!"

"Quick with the tongue, aren't you? Let's see how long you can keep that up." Feng Muhan remained calm, retrieving a strange outfit from a nearby cabinet and tossing it at her. "Put it on!"

Su Ranxi picked up the clothes he threw, immediately tossing them to the floor without a glance. "No way!"

"You'll regret that!" His gaze turned dangerously intense, like a predator provoked. Slowly leaning in, he suddenly yanked her off the couch, tearing her clothes from the neckline to the waist with a swift motion, leaving a long, wide tear.

Suddenly, the two voluptuous curves beneath her shirt seemed ready to burst free, her skin as white as snow catching the light for a brief moment. Su Ranxi was both shocked and furious, quickly covering her chest before swiftly aiming a kick at the man's vulnerable spot.

"Is that the only move you know?" Feng Muhan caught her knee with his large hand, his gaze growing colder. His grip tightened slowly, and even without seeing her knee, Su Ranxi was certain it was already marked by his hold.

Ignoring the sharp pain shooting through her knee, she glared at him, forcing out her words deliberately, "Dealing with a creep like you, this move is perfect!"

"You really don't back down, do you?" Feng Muhan slowly released her leg, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Change your clothes. If you behave, I'll make things more comfortable for you, at least better than out there."

Su Ranxi knew exactly what he meant, but she had no intention of staying in this place under his control. "Your idea of comfort is sharing a bed with you? I must admit, your skills are impressive. What a shame!"

"What a pity?"