"No, no, no!"
When his face was less than ten centimeters from the grill, He Xinyi finally broke. He screamed wildly! At that moment, he didn't dare to gamble any longer. It was as if he'd just slapped his own face. Not long before, he had boasted that Qin Fan's psychopathic antics wouldn't work on him, but as the nightmare of disfigurement loomed, he lost his nerve completely.
Ignoring He Xinyi's cries, Qin Fan continued to press his head down. When there were only five centimeters left, and he could smell the pungent, acrid scent of his facial hair beginning to singe, He Xinyi abandoned all pride. "I'll lick it! I'll lick it! I swear I'll lick it!"
Qin Fan's hand froze. He shook his head with a disdainful chuckle. Grabbing He Xinyi by the hair, he yanked his head up and tossed him toward the trash can. "Pick it up," he said. "Lick it clean, and then eat it!"
