Yun Chujiu was almost out of breath from Di Beiming's embrace. She said pitifully, "Prince Charming, I can't breathe! It'd be better to fly by myself on the Chopping Board!"
If Yun Chujiu said this normally, Di Beiming would not think too much about it. However, after the argument with Xue Wuji, Yun Chujiu's words sounded like she did not want to ride the sword with him. Like she wanted to stay away from him.
Di Beiming's gripped her harder. "Black Thing, you belong to me. Don't even think about leaving me!"
Yun Chujiu felt some pain from Di Beiming's pincer-like arm. She could not help but frown. "You're hurting me!"
"Hmph! Xue Wuji is right. You're really like a delicate flower!" Di Beiming's face was livid, but his grip loosened.
