Lin Yao's fingers pinched her chin, and the look in her eyes carried a faint trace of sarcasm.
"With your constant shrieking, how could you possibly keep a man's heart?" she said, releasing her grip on the chin and her cool fingers caressed her face once more.
Due to the hardships Lin Yao had suffered recently, her hands had become somewhat rough.
That rough hand caressed Yamaguchi Sachiko's delicate skin; the contrast between the two sensations elicited waves of disgust within her.
"Look at your malicious appearance; no man would fall for you. Do you want me to bring a mirror for you to see what you look like now?" Her fingernails slowly slid across Yamaguchi Sachiko's face.
She saw the woman beneath her looking up with eyes that seemed eager to flay her alive and eat her bones and couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
"Why, do you disagree?" After she had spoken, she tightened her grip on the hair in her hand.
