Ye Xiaoyu stared at the man on the bed with a peculiar smile, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning: "Considering how you pleased me yesterday, I've reduced it from eight to two people. Are you satisfied?"
His smile was as penetrating as the devil's.
She suddenly recalled how he wanted to cut off one of Chen Ming's hands but settled for a finger because she pleaded with him, and now he wanted eight men to assault Shen Yan, but reduced it to two. Was this forgiveness in his eyes?
Ye Xiaoyu closed her eyes, not looking at him, and listened to the cries in the courtyard. It was as if she could hear the midnight from two years ago...
No matter how she cried and screamed, he showed no pity.
Finally, she opened her eyes, filled with intense hatred and a sense of mocking relief.
"Anjue, I hate you!"
The next moment, Anjue screamed, his face turned ashen, quickly grabbing her hair: "Little Fish!"
