"So? Didn't you always have an excuse to give? What? No excuse today?" Lu Jingchen's voice was laced with mockery as he stepped closer, eyes gleaming with distaste.
Jiang Ruoshu stood rigid in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her—beautiful, proud, yet trembling ever so slightly. She turned away, forcing calm into her tone. "What's so bad about me attending? Don't tell me you'll try to control my movements as well."
Lu Jingchen chuckled, the sound sharp and cruel. "You've been a naughty girl lately, Ruoshu."
He took slow, deliberate steps until he stood behind her. She could feel his breath brushing her hair, the weight of his presence pressing against her composure.
His hand lifted, fingers toying lazily with the strands of her hair. "So," he murmured, his voice low, "how do you want me to punish you?"
