Chapter Seven Hundred Sixty-Nine
"What are you doing?" Long Xiaoshan bellowed.
An invisible pressure, heavy like a mountain, pinned Tang Yan down on the seat, making it difficult for her to breathe and revealing a trace of panic in her eyes.
Long Xiaoshan wiped the corner of his mouth.
Tang Yan had been too forceful, even causing his lips to bleed a little.
This infuriated him immensely.
"Mast... Master, I'm, I'm sorry," stammered Tang Yan, shrinking down, quivering like a quail.
"Shut up!" Long Xiaoshan growled lowly.
Tang Yan trembled violently. When Long Xiaoshan became angry, it was not something the powerless Tang Yan could withstand. The air seemed to freeze over, and Tang Yan's face turned almost transparent; her breathing became fainter and fainter.
The anger in Long Xiaoshan's eyes slowly subsided as he retracted the oppressive force, yet his gaze remained cold as ever.
After the pressure lifted,
Tang Yan's complexion finally showed some improvement.
