Her tone was whisper-soft and breathy as she continued to bat her eyelashes at him.
She firmly believed no man on earth could resist this kind of offensive.
Seeing that he was still completely unresponsive, his face tight and impassive, she threw herself into his arms and reached to pull off her last remaining piece of clothing...
He clamped a hand down on her wrist. His frigid voice dropped from above.
"Are you done performing?"
She looked up, pouting her lips. "So... do you like it?"
He shoved her away with a blank face and brushed off his jacket in disgust, as if he had just touched raw sewage.
"No."
She froze. "..."
He continued, "Your face looks old, your skin is sagging... There's absolutely nothing appealing about you."
She gasped in shock. "!!!"
He showed zero mercy.
"Parading a body like that in front of me? You're polluting my eyes."
Humiliated and enraged, her face flushed dark red. She stammered, unable to form a sentence. "You... you..."
He casually tossed her phone in the air and caught it.
"Password."
"I don't have the patience to play games. Now."
Biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, she glared at him furiously. But crumbling under his oppressive, terrifying aura, she spat out the passcode.
He quickly unlocked it, located the video, and permanently deleted it.
Then, right in front of her, he hurled the phone to the concrete floor and stomped on it until it was completely shattered, destroying the memory chips to ensure nothing could ever be recovered.
Watching her brand-new phone get crushed into powder made her heart bleed, but terrified of his sheer physical power, she didn't dare move.
"You destroyed my phone, you deleted the video... Can I go now?" she asked weakly.
He stared at her unblinkingly.
"Not yet."
Shocked and fearful, she backed away. "Why?"

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