Yin Muchen held her small shoulders down as he turned her around. He nudged her small face with his sharp nose. Her skin was really fragrant, smooth, and soft.
His thin lips came to her red right cheek, and he covered it entirely with his kisses. "Did it hurt when I hit you just now?"
He did not wait for her answer, and he murmured to himself, "It is better if it hurts. I want you to feel pain. It is only when it hurts that you will remember, then you will be more obedient and not look for other men in the future."
What did he say to her just now?
"Yin Muchen, let go of me. It is okay if you hated my father. It is also fine if you hate my mother. After all, you have gotten whatever you have wished for. My home is gone now, and my family members are all dead. Throughout these years, I thought that I did not let anyone down with my love and feelings. I did not mistreat you at all, so let go of me now; don't force me to go and hate you."
