C207 Threatening

Shen Wanjun glared at Lianshuang fiercely. His purple-green face was twisted to the extreme.

He did not say anything, but Lianshuang stabbed the hairpin into his skin bit by bit. That heart-piercing pain, what he gave her, she only returned one ten-thousandth of it.

Lianshuang had always applied medicine on the hairpin in case something unexpected happened