Mr. Li, cruel and terrifying, 778_11_1

Li Chengyun sat down on the sofa, throwing a wicked cold smirk at He Lingling, who had fallen beside the coffee table. He teased, "Were you trying to seduce me?"

His frank question caught He Lingling off guard; she started to squirm uneasily, forgetting all about the physical pain she was in.

Li Chengyun lounged against the back of the sofa, arms crossed, staring at her with a smirk.

Feeling uncomfortable under Li Chengyun's gaze, He Lingling, still in pain, trembled slightly, "Why... why...?"

If he didn't want to take her, he could have just said so. Why did he kick her? That's what she wanted to ask.

"Why? That's a question you should be asking yourself." Li Chengyun's voice remained indifferent, but his eyes held a chilling depth.

He Lingling clutched her chest in anguish, "I merely fell and wished for you to take me to the hospital. If you didn't want to, you could have just refused. Why did you have to torture me like this?"