"Did you inflict the wound on your wrist?" Ye Sihan was asking her on the surface but had already determined her actions. "You know I would be displeased, right?"
"Your displeasure... What does it have to do with me." Tang Yu turned over coldly, her back facing him.
Ye Sihan's face twisted slightly as he stepped forward, grabbed her face and turned it toward him, "What are you hiding from? Look at me and talk!"
"Do whatever you want to me, I won't resist." Tang Yu looked at him, resigned to her fate, "I'm not even afraid of death, so why should I fear your torment? After all, it's not the first time you've tormented me."
Ye Sihan's hand that was gripping hers was shaking, but in fact, the force he used on Tang Yu's jaw wasn't strong at all.
His dark pupils were sinister and bloodshot, like a devil about to lose control.
"Don't think that just because you're sick, I won't do anything to you."
