C4310 I Want You to Remember This

He was in excruciating pain, but Zhang Xingyun's hand did not move at all. She was still holding onto the beer bottle, slowly deepening his pain.

Zhang Xingyun pulled out the glass bottle, and one time, she viciously stuck it into his palm, repeatedly stabbing it back and forth. Every time, some of the glass residue on top of the beer bottle would be inserted into his hand