Live for money, die for it

o the point of fainting by him one day after another, and he just doesn't stop!“Force you” His voice held a hint of chilling coldness, followed by a self-deprecating sneer: “Fine, then let’s force it....alf month.”Remembering that first night at the Shen residence, I believed him.He frowned imperceptibly: "So slow." He pressed somewhere on my shoulder blade, and I winced. Before I could plead for hi...