My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1952: Disobedient
Dislocated, the woman shuddered all over, the pain causing her delicate arm to tremble uncontrollably in his palm.
Her struggle came to a halt, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, seemingly unable to believe she was being treated this way. With her back to him, she lowered her head, her shoulders trembling.
"Fengye Wuyin’s fiancée, stop struggling. You should understand by now, I’m not joking. If you keep being troublesome and unreasonable, I truly won’t be gentle with you. It won’t just be a dislocation; your hand will shatter!"
He spoke with casual coldness.
"If you’re afraid of pain, you should obediently listen."
The lips of the woman covered by his hand subtly trembled, as if moist liquid was flowing across her cheek, dampening his palm through the veil.
Ji Lingkong’s heart jolted, the moist sensation creating an uncomfortable strangeness.
Thinking of the girl he saw earlier in the hall, those familiar eyes with a dull sheen—were these her tears, flowing from those eyes? Just thinking of this image gave him a subtle, stabbing pain.
Really strange, why should he sympathize with this woman.
Fengye Wuyin, that guy, is not a good person. Recent intelligence gathered in Eagle Country suggests that Fengye Wuyin might be involved in the assassination attempt on his mother at the Yalan Country banquet.
If it was indeed that man, then he absolutely couldn’t let him go.
Ji Lingkong’s eyes dimmed as he gazed at the back of this woman’s hanging head in the hazy light. This woman belongs to Fengye Wuyin, the same camp. Fengye Wuyin hurt his mother, so hurting his beloved woman would be a perfectly reasonable revenge!
No need for sympathy, and certainly no need for mercy.
"Now I want you to do what I asked earlier, will you agree?" he asked coldly.
But the head that was hanging low stubbornly kept shaking, even though she wasn’t struggling, she wasn’t cooperating at all.
Ji Lingkong’s eyes darkened, and a fire ignited in his heart. He really intended to let her go, as long as she obediently cooperated. He didn’t want to torture a woman, but this woman was truly too stubborn. Clearly her life was in his hands, and she had no room for choice.
Even though she had just tasted the consequence of resisting him, trembling with pain, she still obstinately refused to change.
Never had he seen such a stubborn and irritating woman.
"Truly an ungrateful woman. Why won’t you listen to me? Don’t blame me for being ruthless." Ji Lingkong narrowed his icy, phoenix-like eyes and gripped her dislocated injured hand, pinching hard on the swollen area.
He was a master at knowing how to inflict pain on others, understanding what kind of torment would cause the most pain and discomfort.
So, even though he didn’t use much force, it was applied skillfully, pinching Yiyi’s most painful spot on her dislocated hand, causing excruciating pain to travel from her wrist, making her tremble all over, her heart ached with pangs.
Aggrieved, angry tears flowed down in streams, her nose stung unbearably.
But she too had a strong temperament; the more she was tortured, the more she refused to yield. She stubbornly refused to nod, enduring it with clenched teeth, unwilling to bow her head no matter what.
Ji Lingkong’s brows furrowed tightly, he could sense her intense pain, because her tears had wetted the veil completely, soaking his palm, her lips were trembling with pain, her teeth clenched tightly.
Yet she still wouldn’t nod. He was baffled, and an inevitable sense of irritation and impatience arose.
