"Pain, pain, pain, Minister He, pain, pain, pain—"
Amidst the girl's clawing cries, He Ao's fingers intertwined, moving sideways between her shoulder blades as if he were dancing.
He glanced at the girl who was making a fuss, his voice calm and cold, "Endure it."
The temporarily released pressure was like a giant hand pressing down on Ye Ying's throat, making her feel a chill at the back of her neck, and her initial cries of pain turned into elongated hissing sounds.
The girl suddenly clenched her teeth and didn't make any more noise.
Ye Yun, from a distance, looked over here, seeming somewhat nervous, then he hesitated for a moment, turned his gaze away, and started talking with the person beside him.
Ye Ying didn't look up at her brother either but kept her head down, feeling the pressure of He Ao's fingers.
