The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 991

However, the pain she imagined was slow to come.

She could not help but open her eyes, only to see him holding her hand. He seemed to be looking at it intently before he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, an emotion that she could not explain came over her. It made her nose somewhat sore.

He had always given her the illusion that he cherished her very much, but the fact was, he could easily abandon her!

"Yi Jinli, don't kiss me if you don't love me! Don't ask me whether the hand I used to slap you on the face hurts. You’ll only disgust me!”

She glared at him, forcefully pulling her hand out of his fingers.

Her long hair was unkempt while her face was red and pale. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheek, and there was an obvious trace of resistance in those jet-black almond-shaped eyes.

Yi Jinli's face turned pale immediately as he staggered. Then, a sickening sensation came over him. He covered his mouth with his hands, stumbled out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.

In the next second, Ling Yiran heard the sound of vomiting in the bathroom.

'He must have drunk too much that he’s now throwing up. It might do him some good!'

Ling Yiran got out of bed and looked down at her right hand. The pain from having given that slap was still lingering.

She could not help but give a wry smile. It seemed that hitting someone would cause her pain as well.

The sound of vomiting in the bathroom gradually went away. Yi Jinli still had not come out of the bathroom after a long time, though. Ling Yiran guessed that he had passed out.

Ling Yiran walked to the bathroom door and knocked before asking, "Yi Jinli, are... Are you okay?"

It was only when she bent over that she realized it was not what she had imagined at all.

He would be shivering every now and then. Although his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were pressed into a straight line. He was frowning, and his face was as white as a sheet of paper. Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

'He doesn't look like he fell asleep because he’s too drunk!'

Ling Yiran said quickly, "What's the matter? Are you okay?"

His eyelashes quivered, and he slowly opened his eyes. Her face was reflected in those dark eyes of his. "Don't you hate me? Why do you care?"

She choked. The man who was so powerful in Shen City and feared by so many somehow made her feel that he was throwing tantrums like a naughty child.