"Remember this pain, it's my mark on you!" Third Young Master Jun said angrily, holding her pained face tightly in his fingers.
Ye Lu gasped for breath, a searing pain on her face. His eyes blazed with such anger, it sent chills through her spine and instilled a sense of dread.
But he intentionally inflicted pain upon her, made her suffer, ensured she would remember the price of angering him.
"Uh..." She suppressed her cry of pain, her lips bleeding from biting down, her body trembling with pain.
She knew that this man was inherently cruel. He wouldn't feel pity for her just because she was in pain or because she cried out.
With teary eyes, she turned her head and closed her eyes tightly, swallowing down her tears. Don't cry, she told herself, don't let the tears fall.
No one will pity you!
She had already borne so much pain.
