She sank to her knees in an act of contrition, tears already welling in her eyes, cutting a truly pitiful figure. Jiang Ciyou, however, sat with her legs crossed, entirely unmoved. “This little habit of yours, dropping to your knees at the slightest provocation… a hard one to break, isn’t it?” Jiang Ciyou leaned forward and gripped Xia Ling's chin. “But that little trick doesn’t work on me anymore