"Do you have any disinfectant?" Yu Xiuzhun captured her dazed look, thinking she felt heartache, his lips curved wickedly.
"No, I have bone-melting solution. Do you want it? Free of charge." Ye Mingmei grit her teeth, spoke ruthlessly.
Her gaze towards Yu Xiuzhun carried hatred.
Every scar he left on her was more severe than the ones on his hands. How dare he think she would pity him?
"Hate me?" Yu Xiuzhun reached out to pinch her chin, looked down unwaveringly at her.
"Don't forget, this scar was thanks to you. You should help me deal with it."
"Bah! I've never touched you, how could it be related to me? I wish I could make a hundred holes in your body. Will you let me?"
Ye Mingmei had been tormented severely by him last night, still full of injuries, a resentment burning in her chest.
If she wasn't worried here was the Ye Family, afraid of alerting Su Yiru, she'd have pounced on Yu Xiuzhun, wanting to bite him to death.
