Layla's eyes were clear and bright, and she refused to shed tears though her eyes were already red. Under the condition of lack of oxygen, she could even suppress the instinct of survival. She didn't struggle anymore but just looked at Krish emotionlessly.
Looking at such a pair of eyes, Krish froze, the strength in his hand gradually faded, and he let go of Layla.
After being able to breathe again, Layla immediately leaned against the wall, panting and coughing painfully.
Above her head, Krish's voice sounded without warmth. "Little thing, don't try to provoke me. You can't afford to pay the price."
When her breath calmed down a little, Layla looked up and saw the back of Krish who turned and left.
Layla closed her eyes and clenched her fists so tightly that her nails pierced her pal
