"Maybe what?" He suddenly lowered his head, and his handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of Yang Zhihan's eyes, making Yang Zhihan's heart tremble.
This damned man had a handsome face that could turn all living beings upside down. He was so damn handsome. His deep blue eyes seemed to have magic, and they could always inadvertently take away one's soul.
Yang Zhihan came back to her senses. Seeing that his face was getting lower and closer to her, Yang Zhihan felt a sense of resistance in her heart. She directly reached out her hand and greeted his handsome face.
"Pa!"
A crisp sound echoed in the large room.
This slap shattered the indifference in Wen Haotian's eyes. It was as if the thin layer of ice was being shattered by this slap and was disappearing bit by bit.
The warmth between the two of them was completely destroyed at this moment!
The burning pain on his face made Wen Haotian's mood that had just improved a little bit was instantly swallowed by anger.
His deep blue eyes seemed to have been ignited by two clusters of fire, constantly jumping in his eyes.
His eyes were extremely vicious, as if he was an Asura who had walked out of hell and wanted to take people's lives.
Yang Zhihan held his breath. His gaze was too terrifying.
"Yang Zhihan, you are the first woman who dared to hit me. I think you're really tired of living." The cold voice came at her like a storm.
In the next second, his big hand suddenly grabbed Yang Zhihan's neck and strangled it fiercely. With a powerful destructive force, it was as if he could easily crush Yang Zhihan at any time.
"You better strangle me to death!" Yang Zhihan looked at him fearlessly and raised his head even higher. His slender and elegant neck was completely in his palm.
"Strangle you to death. It's too easy for you." he said with a snort.
Sometimes, he really wanted to strangle her to death.
"You want to die? I can give you another way to die!”Wen Haotian was like a devil, his blue eyes were filled with anger.
“......”Yang Zhihan's face turned paler. She knew that this person was a crazy person.
"If you really anger me, I'll make you regret it!”
He shivered. Yang Zhihan's heart sank.
"No, I'm not. You have to..." She made a weak sound with difficulty.
His warm and dry hands grabbed her slender neck, but Yang Zhihan felt like she was in an ice cellar, unable to feel any warmth.
Just when Yang Zhihan felt that he was about to report to King Yama, he suddenly removed his Devil's Hand.
Yang Zhihan took a deep breath. She didn't want to die.
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