Xia Zihao's face slowly came closer. Yu Yuanyuan closed her eyes reflexively, but he sneered and slapped her face hard with one hand.
A crisp sound of "Pa—" echoed through the empty villa and spread several echoes.
Yu Yuanyuan's head was hit to one side, and her face was in burning pain. She felt that one side of her face was swollen. Yu Yuanyuan knew that he must have exhausted all his strength.
Yes, how can such a proud person endure others hating him instead of loving him?
Xia Zihao's hand gently stroked her red and swollen face and said with a smile: "Yu Yuanyuan, does it hurt?"
The violence in Xia Zihao's eyes was revealed bit by bit. How painful was she? How much pain could she have? Would she be as painful as him?
When he was in pain, she didn't know anything and would only indulge in her own thoughts, completely ignoring him.
How is this possible...
She had already taken root in his body. If she said she wanted to uproot her, he would die of pain, but she didn't care.
So since it's going to hurt, then everyone is hurting together, why should he be the only one to suffer?
Yu Yuanyuan closed her eyes, not wanting to see his furious face, biting her lip hard, making her pale face look even paler, resisting the pain on her face
"Answer me"
The hand holding her chin tightened suddenly, as if the entire chin was about to be removed by him. Yu Yuanyuan opened her eyes a little in pain and shook her head.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Xia Zihao seemed to be laughing to himself.
He took her hand and put it on his heart, "Yu Yuanyuan, but I am in pain, very painful, so you have to stay with me."
Xia Zihao chuckled and stepped away. He clapped his hands and the door was opened. Two big men walked in carrying a large mirror.
Yu Yuanyuan didn't know what he was going to do, but seeing the smile on his face, her ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.
"Are you scared?" Xia Zihao asked softly, taking a small black box handed to him by the big man.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just helping you change your hairstyle..."
Change your hairstyle?
Yu Yuanyuan kept shaking her head, and could only express weak resistance, "Young... Young Master..."