"If I died, would you be a little happier? Then go ahead, hit me!" Ye Xiong faced the prospect of death with resignation.
Yang Xinyi knew he was skilled in martial arts and ignored him, stepping on the accelerator.
She had assumed he would dodge, but to her surprise he didn't move at all and was sent flying by the car.
Fortunately, she braked quickly enough, otherwise the car would have run right over him.
"Are you crazy, why didn't you dodge?"
Yang Xinyi hurried out of the car and, seeing Ye Xiong lying on the ground, scolded him emotionally.
"You don't even give me a chance to explain, I might as well just die," retorted Ye Xiong obstinately.
"Please... let me calm down. If you keep pushing me, I'm going to cry."
Tears welled up in Yang Xinyi's eyes as sadness made her speech less coherent.
Her sorrowful appearance was indescribably pitiful and pulled at Ye Xiong's heartstrings.
He had thought there was nothing serious about playing around with Xiao Fangfang.
