Yin Tingxue trembled in fear upon hearing those words.
She knew very well, Chen Yi had only spared her halfway, yet even so, what he subjected her to had already left her in shambles—forced into humiliating acts that shattered her dignity. And the terror he evoked was merely the tip of an iceberg.
The daughter of the Xiang King harbored no doubt; he possessed even more horrifying sides, ones so dreadful that a single glimpse might haunt a person for their entire lifetime.
Chen Yi, noticing her silence, wrapped his arm around her waist and forcibly pulled her into his lap.
"Punishment enough, punishment enough."
Yin Tingxue hurriedly clung to his neck, pressing herself tightly against him, her eyes stinging with suppressed tears as she pleaded:
"Can you please stop bullying me like this?"
Feeling the reluctant closeness of the young girl, Chen Yi began to stroke her soft, smooth hair.
"Why do I feel you're still not obedient enough?"
