C93 I Am Putting on Makeup
"No way, I'm telling you!" Hu cried out, his voice loud against the fierce glint in Chiang Hao's eyes.
The stick halted a mere centimeter from Hu's temple, then abruptly redirected to crash down on his pinky finger.
With a sickening "crack," Hu's scream tore through the air, a visceral sound of agony.
Pain radiated from his shattered finger bones as if each were connected to his very heart
