He was then forcefully pushed away by Jingmin.
The force was so great that she staggered and fell to the ground.
Yun Yang raised her head in disbelief.
Jing Min's face was extremely pale, his eyes filled with suppressed pain.
He gritted his teeth, seemingly trying his best to fight the effects of the drug.
"roll?"
His voice was so low and hoarse it was almost broken, carrying a suppressed anger.
But Yunyang was unwilling to give up.
She knew that if she missed tonight...
She could never be his woman.
She gritted her teeth, her eyes growing increasingly resolute:
"Jingmin, please don't hold back anymore, I can—"
Before the words were finished,
Jing Min suddenly pulled out the dagger from the table.
Without hesitation, he plunged it deep into his own thigh!
The blade sank deep into flesh, and blood instantly gushed out, staining the floor red.
Yun Yang turned deathly pale with fright, her entire body stiffened, and her pupils contracted sharply.
"you-!"
Jing Min was breathing heavily, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead, but his eyes remained clear.
He gripped the knife handle tightly, the pain keeping him conscious.
He forced a cold expression as he looked at Yun Yang, his voice extremely low:
"roll!"
"Get away from me!"
Yun Yang's face was deathly pale.
Humiliation, anger, and resentment intertwined, almost suffocating her.
In what way does she fall short of Chu Wuyang?
Why would he rather hurt himself than touch her?!
She cried and screamed, wanting to go out and find a doctor.
But Jingmin stopped her.
A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in her heart.
Just as he was about to speak,
Jingmin, however, simply picked up the remaining hangover soup on the table.
He coldly and ruthlessly grabbed her chin.
Without any mercy, he poured the bowl of soup into her mouth.
A strong bitter taste instantly filled my mouth.
Yun Yang's eyes widened, and she was forced to swallow.
Then, her body began to burn—the drug was taking effect.
It caused her extreme pain.
She collapsed to the ground, clutching her abdomen, breathing rapidly, her face pale, curled up in pain.
Jing Min stood leaning against the wall, his eyes devoid of any pity.
Only hatred remained.
He stared intently at her, his voice as cold as ice:
"Since you want to try, then you'll also have to bear the consequences."
Sometime during the day, Jingmin found himself holding a pistol.
The black hole of the gun barrel was also pointed directly at her.
Yun Yang looked up at him, trembling, and followed Jing Min's gaze to the blood-stained fruit knife.
What else is there that I don't understand?
This forces her to choose: be stabbed or be shot.
Tears streamed down her face as she clenched her teeth.
With trembling hands, she picked up the knife and slashed her thigh fiercely.
The mental anguish was relieved, but the physical pain intensified.
Blood flowed from the wound, staining the ground red.
The air was thick with the stench of blood.
Soon, footsteps approached the door.
Jing Min's eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment as he stared intently at the bedroom door.
After a moment, the person at the door approached, but showed no intention of opening it.
Jing Min threatened Yun Yang as he spoke.
Yun Yang could only endure the pain and emit suggestive sounds.
However, the person at the door ultimately did not open it.
Instead, they simply left…
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