His movements involuntarily slowed down.
Feeling the pain on her body lessen considerably, Mu Yin breathed a sigh of relief, but upon hearing his clearly humiliating words, her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, a nameless grievance welling up, tears uncontrollably tumbling down, "Why do you have to treat me this way?"
"Heh... haven't I treated you well enough?" Bo Fengheng sneered, leaning down, his hands cupping her tear-streaked face, a mocking smile playing on his lips, "Until now, I can't see what about you is worth treating differently, hmm?"
Rather than being angry at her, it was more like he was annoyed with himself.
What virtues and abilities did she have? That made him repeatedly lose control, completely devoid of his usual calm and composure.
Was it really just because of this body?
