However, before she could pounce, Qin Fan sneered coldly. He swung his palm and fiercely slapped her across the face.
SMACK!
With the red print of five fingers instantly appearing on her cheek, Xu Jiayi was knocked back onto the bed.
Before she could get up, Qin Fan's voice rang out.
"Tell me, how do you want to die!"
Tell—me—how—you—want—to—die!
Before she could snap out of her ecstasy, Qin Fan's slap and subsequent words made her mind buzz.
In her panic, she was no longer aware of the burning sting on her face. Her mind just kept replaying Qin Fan's words along with the incessant buzzing.
Covering her face, Xu Jiayi scrambled up from the bed. Her face was deathly pale and she trembled as she stammered, "Qin Fan, what-what-what do you mean by this?"
"I gave you a chance! I told you not to court death! But you decided to let my words go in one ear and out the other, is that it?" Qin Fan said with a cold snort, his gaze chilling as he stared at her.
