He lifted her horizontally and placed her on the bed, even thoughtfully covering her with the quilt.
"Go to hell! I'm begging you, go to hell!" Su Yan suddenly yelled at him.
Chu Yuxiao's hand paused, and his expression instantly darkened.
"Nan Zhao Su Yan, do you dare to say that again?!"
Su Yan glared at him, unafraid of death, she again bit out:
"I'm begging you, go to hell!"
"You!"
His hand was raised high and again paused below Su Yan's slightly red eyes.
"What, you want to hit me? You were capable of crushing my wrist, what other atrocities are you incapable of?"
Chu Yuxiao clenched his hand into a fist, abruptly stood up, and with a flick of his sleeve, he folded his hands behind his back, and coldly looked at her and said:
"Don't think I can't deal with you."
"Ha, by possessing me or by hitting me? Chu Yuxiao, can't you come up with something new?" Su Yan was really blind with rage.
