After a furious curse, his fat body instantly moved to the bedside, raised his palm, and suddenly swung down!
"Smack!!!!"
The fierce sound of the slap echoed continuously in the boudoir, and Ye Bingning fell onto the bed with a blood-red handprint on her delicate oval face, slightly swollen.
The burning pain was unbearable, yet she didn't utter a single scream.
She just turned her head, stubbornly staring at Qin Shou, her icy eyes full of hatred.
"I'll give you three minutes to put on your makeup, dress in your wedding attire, wear the veil, and come out to meet the guests with me!" Qin Shou said viciously, "Ye Bingning, I know you definitely won't commit suicide because you still want to avenge your parents! Since you can't end it all, the only choice before you is to marry me!"
"Don't expect anyone to be able to rescue you!"
"Today's Wuya Peak is a dragon's pool and tiger's den; anyone who comes will die!"
