Meng Yao winced at the light and then looked up at Xue Yang, eyes full of horror. He didn't want to die, it wasn't fair. He had barely done anything. He took a few pathetic, worthless little things. He fucking took a pair of boxers. "I just took your underwear... can't you just call the cops on me? Please. I don't want to die."

He doubted Xue Yang cared. Even so, he bowed his head and moved himself into a kneeled position as best he could, trying to submit for some level of mercy. "I couldn't help myself, I tried. I'm really trying. I didn't think. I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault, I can't -- please! Please, I'll do anything!"