A flash of panic crossed Lin Yao's eyes, and she instinctively tried to shrink her head back, but Lin Yue was holding it in place, preventing any movement.
Seeing no response from Lin Yao, Lin Yue's grip on her hand slowly tightened; Lin Yao could distinctly feel the nails digging inch by inch into her skin. Fearing she might be left with scars on her face, Lin Yao hastily nodded to show she had taken in Lin Yue's words.
Lin Yue looked on with satisfaction at the expression on her face and only after Lin Yao nodded did she let go of her hand. As soon as Lin Yue released her, Lin Yao leaned against the backrest of the sofa, her eyes filled with panic and wariness toward Lin Yue, as if afraid she would charge at her again and pose a new threat.
