Jordan's face tilted to one side, but he did not turned back immediately. Instead, he maintained the posture and fell into silence.
As I started to feel the numbness on my palm, my thoughts became a little clearer.
Showing the most genuine reaction in front of Jordan might actually save my life.
I gulped my saliva nervously and glared at him angrily. "You deserve it."
It was only then that Jordan came back to his senses. He turned his face and watched me loosen my stiff neck. His gaze looked dangerous and sharp.
I knew that I would lose if I admitted defeat this time. Hence, I gritted my teeth and went all out. I scolded, "The game is over. I don't want to play it anymore. It's such a waste of time to play with someone like you who breaks the rules and doesn't have a bottom line at all."
"When did I break the rules? What I promised you was to keep Hendrix alive. Isn't he alive right now?" Jordan squinted his eyes and looked at me. "Doesn't it mean that you slapped me for nothing?"
I was startled and didn't know how to answer.
Jordan did not stop his aggressive attitude. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched my chin with his long and strong fingers.
His cold face approached closer to me bit by bit. His breath seemed cold as well. "You should be punished for the mistake that you have made. Now, I want you to comfort me in front of everyone."
I struggled to move away, but he exerted even more strength. It was so painful that I could feel my scalp becoming numb. I had no choice but to give in and say vaguely, "What do you want?"
"Very simple." Jordan smiled, "Kiss me and hold me tight."
Hearing that, I frowned and quietly looked in Hendrix's direction from the corner of my eye. I didn't answer him.
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