As soon as Yun Aotian's order came out, Han Yi'er stood frozen on the spot, showing no signs of panic or fear.
Maybe it’s chilling, maybe it’s a challenge, maybe it’s an experiment.
I want to see how cruel Yun Aotian can be.
Challenging his bottom line will ultimately result in forceful means.
What is the last hope in your heart?
Han Yi'er's cold eyes returned to their previous indifference, and her eyes met Yun Aotian's. What was the last hope in her heart?
Do you long for his relief? Do you long for him to give up and end it with one sentence?
How is that possible? If she knelt down and begged for mercy, Yun Aotian might just give up. The more she fought back, the more anger in Yun Aotian's heart would be fueled.
Looking at her deep eyes at this moment, it was the same as when she covered her cheek and looked at him when they first met, as if she was asking for help, and also seemed to be asking for care.
Changed, everything has changed now, the more I want to erase the shadow of that person from her body, the more I feel like they are so hateful!!!
She has also changed, she is also changing...
Holding the once weak gaze for a few seconds, Han Yi'er's eyes became sharp again.
Butler Li gave an order, the men looked at each other and reluctantly locked Han Yi'er's back.
This time it was a pot of spicy soup, and he smiled coldly: "You don't have to ask anyone to drink it, I'll drink it myself."
"Do you think I will still believe you???" Yun Aotian roared and scolded. Butler Li raised the pot and pinched Han Yi'er's cheeks with his other hand.
Her eyes filled with hatred filled her big watery eyes, and she struggled to utter a few chilling words from the bottom of her heart: "Have you... ever believed me?"
Han Yi'er's desperate words came out, and Yun Aotian was stunned...
He seemed to want to stop all this, but the words were stuck in his throat. He watched helplessly as Butler Li raised the soup pot and roughly poured it into Han Yi'er's mouth.
Han Yi'er's brows were knitted tightly together, her expression was so painful. She didn't like spicy food, and she couldn't bear even a little spicy food.
But this special pot of cooking is enough to torture her to death!
My throat was on fire, my tongue was numb, and there were beads of sweat on my forehead: I coughed dryly, but the spicy soup was inhaled into my trachea and flowed out along my nose.
This feeling is truly torturous. Yun Aotian is simply a hundred times more cruel than the tyrants in the past!
Not once did he believe in himself, and he even vowed to say, "Do you think I will still believe you?" If he had investigated clearly that night, and if the person who came to him had given himself a few more minutes to explain in the morning, it would not have led to this!
Perhaps, this was the best excuse for him to torture himself. Perhaps, when he found himself, he had already planned to use himself as an outlet!!!