Bing Shi was about to bring down the spear when Tyrion's eyes suddenly shot open. But it was too late, she had already pierced his right leg with it.
"Aaaahhh!" Tyrion cried out in agony.
"Shush," Bing Shi gagged him with a cloth, "It'll be over soon."
Tyrion looked at her in horror and tried to get away from her, like a nightmare he couldn't escape.
'Are we going the 'cover one trauma with another' approach now?' Dai An asked when Bing Shi cauterized the wound.
"What's the definition of being someone's mate, again?" Bing Shi asked, watching his eyes tearing up, his chest heaving from pain, his face growing redder by the minute, his teeth chewing the cloth, biting down the screams that were threatening to break out of his throat, "Shouldn't it be a mutual agreement between two souls? Why do you allow your very feelings to be violated, and your opinion ignored? Keep calling me your mate and I'll make sure each rejection is ten times worse than this little incident."
