Lin Wenxuan screamed in agony as the burn caused him to roll frantically on the straw mat.
Qi Yu rested her chin on her hand watching him until he recovered a bit, then slowly said, "Do you want to drink more?"
Lin Wenxuan dared not speak, shaking his head repeatedly, terrified of saying something wrong again.
He had finally come to realize deeply that the person before him was nothing short of a demon.
Seeing that he was sufficiently frightened, Qi Yu clapped her hands and stood up, "I will come to see you again in a few days."
Before Lin Wenxuan could grasp the deeper meaning of her words, Qi Yu had already left the gloomy cell, and the constable extinguished the candle, plunging the space back into darkness.
He covered his face with both hands, whimpering in pain.
If he still thought this person had imprisoned him just to torment him, then he was indeed foolish.
Recalling her series of actions since entering Lin Residence and who had recommended her in the first place.