His five fingers gradually tightened.
Jiang Chiyan felt a distinct sense of suffocation.
Seeing Jiang Chiyan being held by the throat, Jiang Yao anxiously rushed forward.
Xiao Cheng turned sideways to look at Jiang Yao. With one hand still locked around Jiang Chiyan's neck, he viciously clenched the other into a fist and swung it at Jiang Yao's face.
Xiao Cheng had no awareness at all.
That punch carried every ounce of his strength and was incredibly fast.
If it hit Jiang Yao's face, a broken nose would be getting off lightly.
Before Jiang Yao could even dodge, he felt the rush of air from the punch against his face.
Seeing Jiang Yao about to be hit, Jiang Chiyan shouted, "Xiao Cheng, stop!!"
Xiao Cheng's fist stopped barely half a millimeter from Jiang Yao.
Jiang Chiyan said, "Yao, you two go outside first!"
Jiang Yao nodded.
Even without any awareness, Xiao Cheng still obeyed Jiang Chiyan so readily.
Reassured, Jiang Yao walked out with Lu Yanzhi.
Only Jiang Chiyan and Xiao Cheng remained in the room.
Jiang Chiyan smiled. "Let go of me first, okay?"
Xiao Cheng's fingertips lightly stroked Jiang Chiyan's neck, but he did not move.
Jiang Chiyan's fair, slender fingers tapped lightly on the back of Xiao Cheng's hand as though playing the piano, working their way up his arm.
His movements were light and ticklish.
"Sweetheart, be good," Jiang Chiyan said in his low voice.
Xiao Cheng reflexively released his grip, and the hostility in his eyes gradually faded.
The hypnosis had not worn off yet.
Xiao Cheng stared blankly and numbly at Jiang Chiyan.
When he saw the red fingerprints on Jiang Chiyan's neck...
Perhaps it hurt him to see them.
His eyes suddenly reddened.
An orange ball of light suddenly appeared in the quiet