Xingyu knew this behavior was excessive, but she was a demon—she simply lacked the capacity for tenderness or regret.
With every word Xingyu spoke, Xu Lingjing’s grip tightened, his hands clamping down on her waist with intensifying force. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at her, letting her strike him as she pleased. His frost-dusted eyelashes fluttered, and his lids, pale to the point of transparency, revealed a web of fine, distinct veins.
Unable to break free, Xingyu resorted to her Spiritual Power. She pried his arms away and, losing no time, retreated several steps.
Chapter 24