Fu Tingyu clenched the small hand and dagger in his hand. His cold eyes looked at Qin Ya and his voice was bone-chilling. "Are you afraid now? Why didn't you know to be afraid when you ruined my honey's appearance?"
"No, no, don't ruin my face. Please, don't, don't ruin my face." Looking at the light reflected by the dagger in Fu Tingyu's hand, it carried a bone-chilling chill. It made her eyes widen in fear and she shook her head desperately.
"That's not up to you. This is what you owe my honey." Fu Tingyu raised his hand and looked at the person in his arms. "Honey, I'll make sure they pay you back double for whatever they had done to you."
Qin Shu was blindfolded and couldn't see anything. She could only rely on her hearing to feel it. She could feel the man holding her hand. With every cut, she could hear the slight sound of flesh cracking, followed by Qin Ya howling like a pig being slaughtered.
