Thinking about what he had done to him that night, Yue Mingxuan felt that whatever happened now was probably well deserved.
His palm struck the man's solid muscular chest but it had no effect at all.
The next moment, the man's entire body radiated a fierce and powerful aura as he moved closer and completely surrounding Yue Mingxuan with his presence.
"Still not giving up?" the man asked.
His voice carried a dangerous charm, it was deep and magnetic. His handsome brows lifted slightly and the corners of his lips curved into a faint breathtaking smile, one that could make anyone lose themselves.
But Yue Mingxuan clearly felt the icy coldness hidden beneath that smile.
"I'll make you accept your punishment willingly," the man said softly.
Before Yue Mingxuan could even react, the man's hand moved.
Rip!
The sound of tearing cloth filled the air.
In an instant, the thin robe Yue Mingxuan wore which barely covered him to begin with was split cleanly in two.
