The blood, whether his or hers, filled her nostrils with a metallic scent.
But Ya Shitian didn't stop, he was humiliating her, punishing her with her own methods...
When everything halted.
"Slap—" A slap echoed instantly.
Ye Anqi had gathered all her strength, just to deliver this slap to him.
Although nothing truly happened, she still felt humiliated.
Ya Shitian angrily grabbed her wrist, his eyes frighteningly menacing.
"You dare to slap me?!"
Ye Anqi smirked coldly, "You should be thankful I don't have a knife in my hand, or it wouldn't have been just a slap."
"Very well." Ya Shitian cruelly stretched his mouth into a smile, his large palm raised high, coming at her with a whistling force—
Ye Anqi didn't close her eyes, but opened them even wider!
She wanted to see for herself how he would bring his hand down.
However, Ya Shitian's hand paused in front of her eyes, his gaze flickering with complex emotions.
Dammit, he couldn't bring himself to do it!
