Yan Qingsi sighed, blowing a puff of hair onto her bangs. She began noticing a pattern—someone would always catch her when she was up to no good. 'What is this? Why can't I go around doing bad stuff in peace?'
Qin Jingzhi looked at Yan Qingsi. 'Her hand? Beautiful. Her face? Gorgeous as well. But that heart of hers is truly vicious.'
A woman raping another woman? That was not something a woman ought to be saying.
"Don't mess around with Xu Qianxi's backer. If she wants to come for you, you won't be able to deal with it."
Yan Qingsi looked at her own hand. Having used quite some force earlier, her palms were still red. She remarked coldly, "If I was really afraid of her backer, I wouldn't have slapped her in the first place, but since I already did, then that means I'm not afraid of the person at all."
Qin Jingzhi smiled. "It's always best for a girl to find someone who can protect her."
