His handsome face also showed red marks.
Five slender and distinct finger marks gradually appeared on his pale face.
His face looked gloomy in the dim light, as if the slap had shocked him greatly. He was dumbfounded for a long time before slowly raising his head.
"Scarlett Yates, are you addicted to hitting?" He narrowed his eyes, the cold light in his Peach Blossom Eyes.
His voice still carried the hoarse and deep tone from a moment ago, but it was laced with coldness.
Scarlett Yates also looked at him coldly, unwilling to back down, "Young Master, are you addicted to taking advantage?"
This can't go on any longer.
A voice inside kept telling her over and over, Scarlett Yates, this really can't go on any longer.
Otherwise, someday you'll lose yourself.
This man is best at manipulating and playing with other people's hearts. If you let this happen again and again, sooner or later you'll become a plaything in his hands.
In playing ambiguity, who can play better than him?
