She was not a sadist either. For these few days, she had been the one interrogating Ye Tingyun. Fancying him? Wasn't that a joke? Ye Chu took her boots off, raised her head, and asked, "Will you kill him?"
"Depends on my mood." Bruce suddenly got closer to Ye Chu and said meaningfully, "If you fancy him, I'll kill him."
Ye Chu's lips curved, mockingly and playfully. "Bruce, if your illness isn't cured yet, go eat your medicine. Don't spout nonsense in front of me."
Bruce clasped Ye Chu's waist with a hand, lifted her up, and pinned her against the wall. His eyes became a deep green—sharp and hiding a sense of deviousness and dominance. "Ah Chu, I'm not joking."