Jinmulin's eyes flashed with a trace of helplessness, but it was fleeting, the timing and degree perfectly controlled.
Her fingernails suddenly clenched, digging into his lip until a fresh redness of blood spilled out.
He frowned, silently bearing the pain she inflicted.
"Jun Yichen, you now, don't even deserve to be hated by me!"
"I know." He smiled bitterly.
"I'm giving you three years, but don't be as weak as you are now when the time comes, making me lose even the interest to torture you." Looking at his weak but smiling face, her expression mixed with a bit of impatience and inexplicable irritability.
Hearing her harsh words, Jinmulin smiled indulgently, "Alright, wait for me, behave."
His expression was as tender as ever, yet her heart suddenly stung by it, uncontrollably swinging a backhand slap towards his chest.
Jinmulin was sent flying immediately, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
