Weilan didn't get her way, and she wasn't about to show weakness either. With a sudden lift of her arm, she delivered a resounding slap to Lu Heyan's face.
"Smack—"
Lu Heyan's face twisted to the side.
"Get lost!" Weilan barked furiously.
"Shen Weilan, I've been far too indulgent with you." He propped himself up, his hands clamped down on Weilan's neck, and he bellowed, "No one is allowed to slap my face. You dare slap my face, it seems like you are asking for pain! I can satisfy you and make your pain unbearable."
Weilan's eyes widened, the hand on her neck was too powerful.
Her delicate and fair neck was long and slender, squeezed to the point of suffocation by him.
He clamped down violently on Weilan's neck, leaned in close to her, and said word for word, "I want you to look at me, to possess you."
Weilan still panicked inside, and fear spilled over from the depths of her eyes.
Lu Heyan's rage enveloped her completely. He wanted her to beg for mercy, to like him.
