"What?" Yeh Xing's eyelids twitched violently.
Yeh Hannian stared straight ahead, afraid that if he blinked, the person would vanish.
Clenching his teeth, he said without the luxury of rambling, "Hurry up, beat me to death."
Yeh Xing's eyes glittered with excitement as he rubbed his hands together, eager to start. "But... Master, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
When he saw that Yeh Hannian was not joking, he tried kicking him.
"Not enough, harder."
Yeh Xing charged over and kicked him again. He always followed orders, but these few kicks carried some personal vendetta. His eyes, shining keenly in the darkness like hungry wolf cubs, even rolled up his sleeves, ready for a serious beating.
Suddenly, his neck was grabbed from behind just as he was about to lunge forward. With unsteady footing, his whole body was flipped backward.
Yeh Xiao pressed him against the wall by his neck and shut the door with a flick of his hand.
