General Duan, have you thought about it?
Instead of me, choose the white-faced scholar?
Yes, I have made my choice.
Very good.
Xiao Yi waved his long sleeve, and clamped my chin with his cold fingers, forcing me to look at him.
He said, "Duan Susu, remember, this is the only choice I give you in this life."
He really did what he said.
Dense pains came from my left shoulder in waves, and I bit my lower lip.
He peeled off the shoulders of my clothes with his big palms, and the long and thin silver needles roamed on them, piercing and drawing.
Xiao Yi actually carved his name on my left shoulder.
He is a king and I am a minister, I cannot refuse, I dare not refuse.
But, he probably forgot that tomorrow is my wedding day...
