Zhou Li remained silent, not saying a word, his expression filled with grief and sorrow.
"Alright, relax," said Tang Wan, patting Zhou Li on the shoulder to comfort him. "Think on the bright side, at least you didn't grow a noose on your head or horns on your butt in front of Ying Yun. You still preserved your last bit of dignity."
"Thanks a lot."
Zhou Li forced a bitter smile. This time, after becoming completely reliant on a wheelchair, he even stopped his post-meal entertainment of beating up Tang Wan. Not that he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.
Tang Wan caught on to this, and along the way, she did plenty to send Zhou Li's blood pressure through the roof. For instance, stealing his food, feeding him aphrodisiacs followed by a half-jin of cooling powder, secretly tapping his kneecap to trigger his knee-jerk reflex, and hoisting his legs to pluck hairs while he slept, among other things...