Chyou had her mouth covered as she looked at Yin in horror. The situation somehow kept worsening. A lump formed in her throat thinking of such a supposedly pleasant evening to be turned into a nightmare.
As Yating paid attention to Chyou, his expression hardened and so did his fists. Her usual cheery and bubbly face was now marred with tears and hurt. Every nerve, every vein in his body twisted with revolt at the sight of her trembling body.
His chilling gaze returned and he said, "Regardless of what you think about me, Cheng Yin, don't ever utter that bullshit again."
Yin slightly shook and it seemed the punch was sobering him up from his intoxication. His heart thudded hard as Yating's murderous gaze threatened to squeeze his life out of him.
