"Huff ..." Tara Summer gasped twice, collected her emotions, sat up angrily and said, "Liam Yancey, where have I offended you? If you don't want me to go to the hospital, just say it. Is it necessary to use 'violence'?"
"Violence? Humph." The man coldly snorted, staring at her with icy eyes, "You don't know what real violence is?"
"This isn't violence!?" Tara Summer rolled up her shirt sleeve, revealing her forearm to him, "Look, it's all red!"
His power was so strong that it squeezed her to the point of pain.
Liam Yancey's dark eyes moved to her arm. The slender, porcelain-like arm was faintly red. He frowned, only then realizing that he had accidentally hurt her with his strength.
"Did it hurt?" He couldn't help but reach out to touch her arm.
Tara Summer reacted quickly, swiftly retracting her arm, frowning at him: "You let me squeeze you and see if it hurts..."
