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Do it yourself.
Lin Zhiyi's heart was burning, but her back instinctively stiffened.
She raised her eyes, meeting his gaze directly. In the dim light, she felt it was a bottomless abyss.
He, however, lightly cupped his chin, watching her with interest, his lips holding a faint, elusive smile.
Lin Zhiyi recalled those not-so-pleasant encounters, feeling deeply humiliated, she turned her face away.
She bit her inner lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth, but she still couldn't suppress the torment inside, forcing her to keep biting.
Suddenly, she felt a pain in her jaw, and her lips parted slightly as blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.
The man in front of her narrowed his eyes, a flicker of anger crossing them.
He was angry.
"So, you're that unwilling? Then why did you provoke me in the first place?"
"..."
Lin Zhiyi remained silent, unwilling to look at him.
Suddenly, the grip on her chin deepened bit by bit.