Seeing Hosta's appearance, Wen Wen sighed, "I really disliked your previous expression, but your current look, I hate even more... A true pervert can still smile under such circumstances."
Hosta forced a smile at Wen Wen, his smile more hideous than a cry.
Wen Wen shook his head again, "This smile isn't right, let me help you."
He inserted two fingers directly into Hosta's mouth, gently lifting upwards. The sharp blade sliced open the skin on his mouth.
"Now... you can keep smiling, how beautiful."
Hosta was forced by Wen Wen to maintain a smile, near fainting from the pain, his anger almost consuming him, but he kept it all inside.
"Tsk, it's getting late, I won't play with you anymore, time to get down to business."
Before Hosta could react, Wen Wen swung his hand down, severing a hand that flew into Wen Wen's grasp.
The marks on the back of Hosta's hand, for two people, transferred to Wen Wen's hand.
