"Hey, hey, you're still holding my hand. It's going to bruise. Are you inclined to abuse people?" Ye Mingmei tugged hard but couldn't pull her hand back.
Her wrist was already red from the pulling.
Yu Xiuzhun loosened his grip and released her wrist, but he pulled her into his arms.
"Ye Mingmei, I've lowered my bottom line a lot. Don't test my patience again; I can't promise I'll always spoil you." Yu Xiuzhun's voice was deep, carrying a hint of warning.
"I don't want you to spoil me, just don't scare me." Ye Mingmei hadn't finished speaking before she felt a tightness around her waist, making it hard to breathe from the pain.
"Still dare to talk back?"
"..."
A difficult man to please. She decided to be mute.
Ye Mingmei bit her lip and glared at him.
Despite Yu Xiuzhun's warnings, she just wouldn't talk back.
Eventually, Yu Xiuzhun's face darkened completely, "Speak!"
