Wanting to slap Ye Fan and vent his anger, Luo Shaoyi was already humming a ditty to himself with pretentious delight before his strike even landed. Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed, and before he could react, he felt a burst of intense pain as Ye Fan mercilessly crushed his wrist.
"Fuck! You're courting death!" Luo Shaoyi went insane, thinking, "You're in my control now, and you're still showing off. Isn't this just seeking death?" So, he planned to teach Ye Fan a lesson and show him why the flower was so red. But then he realized his arm wouldn't move.
It was as if he'd lost control over his arm. "What the hell is going on?" Luo Shaoyi shook his arm vigorously, but it wouldn't budge, as if it no longer belonged to him.
Yes, that was the feeling. Luo Shaoyi couldn't feel his arm anymore, which terrified him. A feeling of numb fear spread from his head to his tailbone, causing him to break out in cold sweat all over.
