Wen Xian was treated violently by him; when her back slammed against the wall with a thud, she winced in pain and groaned, "What are you doing? You're hurting me...!"
She tried to push him away, but both her arms were firmly pinned down by his hands, trapped at both sides of her head, as if nailed; she couldn't move at all.
Lu Xiao's eyes, however, seemed to accumulate rolling dark clouds, ominously dark: "Pain? You know pain now!? You, a woman who isn't even afraid of death, would you actually be afraid of pain!?"
Wen Xian was pinned down firmly, her face alternating between white and red as she turned her head aside and gritted her teeth, "This is different, you can't generalize!"
"Hah, different...!"
Lu Xiao suddenly scoffed sarcastically, his coarse fingers forcing her chin to make her look into his eyes, his chest gently heaving as he spoke:
