"Which hand?"
"You deserve it!"
"I'm asking you which hand?" Ya Shitian dangerously sat up, the entire room filling with his cold, angry breath.
Ye Anqi curled her lips, "Just kill me, don't bother asking which hand."
"Good." Ya Shitian's cold laugh, "I will chop off both your hands first, then kill you!"
"Whatever."
...
The lawn.
Ye Anqi's hands were pressed down on a table.
Two strong bodyguards, each holding one of her hands.
Another two people were forcefully pressing down on her shoulders.
Ye Anqi didn't struggle at all, "There's no need for this, I won't resist."
Her tone was nonchalant, her eyes void of any fear.
Ya Shitian, draped in a suit, stood in front of her.
He looked down at her from above, "You really have guts, not knowing fear even at this point."
Ye Anqi smiled, "What use is fear? When you slapped me, I knew what was coming."
"You knew and still dared to do it?"
"Couldn't help it."
If she had never met him, she could have endured whatever he did.
