"Do it yourself."
Though Lin Zhiyi felt a burning inside, her spine involuntarily stiffened.
She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze directly, and in the dimness, it felt like facing a bottomless abyss.
Yet he lightly cupped his cheek, watching her with interest, a hint of a smile hanging on the corner of his lips.
Lin Zhiyi recalled those disagreeable affairs, feeling doubly humiliated, and turned her cheek away.
She bit down on her inner lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth, but it was still difficult to suppress the turmoil inside. She had no choice but to keep biting down...
Suddenly, her jaw ached, her lips parted slightly, and blood trailed down from the corner of her mouth.
The man before her narrowed his eyes, irritation swirling in his gaze.
He was angry.
"So you're that unwilling? Then why did you provoke me in the first place?"
"..."
Lin Zhiyi said nothing and didn't wish to look at him.
Abruptly, the grip on her chin tightened bit by bit.