C135 If You Hate Me You will Remember Me Forever!

Huo Lingxiao stood there like an enraged wolf, his eyes cold and piercing, reminiscent of a wolf king's terrifying gaze. His voice was chilling, "Little thing, answer me properly. Whose woman are you?"

Ye Yuvyuv looked at him with a mix of fear and disbelief, her body trembling with cold. She knew that if her answer didn't satisfy him, the consequences would be dire. In her past life, she had witnessed firsthand how he interrogated prisoners in a dark cell with cruel methods. It was too brutal, too bloody, and too twisted. When he lost control, he wasn't human; he was a demon, a satanic demon.

Demons lack humanity, finding pleasure in tormenting others. His eyes held nothing but cruelty and malice, and no one could expect even a shred of mercy from him. He was a demon, devoid of compassion, and pleading with him was laughable.

Ye Yuvyuv's eyes were icy, and she bit down hard, her words escaping through gritted teeth, "I'm not anyone's woman. I belong to myself. Huo Lingxiao, I'm not your woman, and you'll never make me claim to be yours. You... ah..."

Pain shot through her lips, tears streaming down her face. It hurt so much, as if he wanted to bite her to death. She had angered him.

Huo Lingxiao bit and licked her lips with a fierce intensity, determined to teach this little troublemaker a lesson for daring to provoke him. Her words were harsh, and she had the audacity to say he'd never succeed.

His dark eyes flashed with a dangerous glint. He gripped her chin with a harshness that forced her defiant eyes to meet his, his voice cold as steel, "Yuvyuv, have I spoiled you too much, or loved you too deeply? Do I need to take you to make you behave, hmm?"

At that moment, Ye Yuvyuv felt submerged in icy water, her body shivering uncontrollably.

She widened her cold eyes, staring intently at the terrifying man before her. "Huo Lingxiao, if you dare do this, I'll hate you forever."

"Hah, there are so many people in this world who wish I were dead. Adding one more, especially someone I quite like, is no big deal. I actually hope you do hate me. At least then, I've planted a seed in your heart. No matter who you meet in the future, you'll always think of your hatred for me first. By hating me, you'll never forget me," Huo Lingxiao's voice dripped with a near-cruel wickedness.

A chill settled deep in Yuvyuv's heart. She thought, truly, a demon has no humanity, no compassion. He is a real demon.

Suddenly, Huo Lingxiao filled the bathtub with warm water, creating a misty haze that added a certain allure to their surroundings. Yet, Yuvyuv screamed in terror, "You bastard, what are you doing? You're insane! Stop it, stop it..."

Huo Lingxiao's lips curled into a cold, thin smile as he held the showerhead, letting the warm water cascade into the tub where Yuvyuv lay. "Didn't you want to hate me? Tonight, I'll make sure you hate me completely."

Boom!

Listening to Huo Lingxiao's cold, emotionless voice, Yuvyuv felt her body, though in warm water, turn as cold as if submerged in icy winter waters. She shivered uncontrollably.

Only now did true fear grip her, and her reckless mind finally cleared. She must have been crazy to provoke Huo Lingxiao, hoping he'd despise her enough to let her go.

But she underestimated the extent of a demon's wickedness. When a demon is truly angered, the first thing he'll do is destroy you!

He can't have it, and no one else should even think about trying!

Yuvyuv was coldly and acutely aware that she needed to appear vulnerable. In the face of a demon, trying to win sympathy with a shred of dignity was futile. Only by showing weakness could she hope for a chance of being spared.

In that moment of clarity, Yuvyuv looked at the bathtub, now filled with water. Smartly, she began to plead, "Huo Lingxiao, I was wrong. Please, don't lose your mind. I'm begging you to let me go..."

Tears streamed down her face, glistening in the warm mist, making her look all the more delicate and pitiable. Any man with a heart would hesitate to harm her.

But she wasn't facing just any man; she was facing a demon. A demon who acted on whims, whose actions depended solely on his mood.

Huo Lingxiao stood tall by the tub, his handsome face as dark as night. Like a ghost king in the dead of night, he looked down with a sinister gaze at the pitiful creature crying in the tub.

He leaned down, lifting Yuvyuv's chin, his voice low and chilling, "Yuvyuv, haven't I treated you well?"

Her eyelashes were wet with tears, trembling like little fans. She wanted to say "no," but she dared not anger Huo Lingxiao further, so she nodded against her will.

Her chin ached from his grip as his face loomed closer, the sharp scent of whiskey invading her senses. "I want your answer, not a nod," he demanded.

Yuvyuv was furious enough to want to kill the man before her, yet she dared not make a move. She didn't even dare show a hint of anger on her face. Instead, she looked up at Huo Lingxiao with a tear-streaked face, her voice choked with sobs, "You've been very good to me."

Huo Lingxiao suddenly laughed, his dark, handsome face softening a bit. He coaxed gently, "Tell me, what's so good about me?"

Ye Yuvyuv suddenly felt the urge to curse. This guy was narcissistic and downright twisted. She tried hard to think of something good about Huo Lingxiao, but nothing came to mind. This man was domineering and overbearing, never considering her feelings. His idea of being good to her was to bully her relentlessly. She honestly couldn't remember anything good about him.

Feeling a bit hopeless, Ye Yuvyuv struggled to list any of Huo Lingxiao's virtues. "What’s wrong? Is it that there are too many good things about me, making it hard for you to decide?" Huo Lingxiao's handsome face was shadowed, his voice deep and magnetic, intentionally letting a cool breath wash over Ye Yuvyuv's face.

Looking at the strikingly handsome man before her, Ye Yuvyuv blurted out, "Well, you sure are good-looking!" She finally found something good about this devil of a man. Yes, in a past life, he was adored by countless young women, revered like a god, the noble and handsome young general. She wasn't exaggerating; Huo Lingxiao was undeniably handsome, with a cold, god-like presence.

His looks were beyond question. But Ye Yuvyuv forgot that while women are praised for their beauty, men are often described as strong and imposing. Huo Lingxiao paused for a second, his face darkening again. He gripped Ye Yuvyuv's chin, his voice wickedly cold, "Oh, so I should be grateful that I can use my looks to charm, huh?"

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