Blankly, Ji Weixi raised her right hand.
She had slapped Ji Jianing so powerfully that her palm was red, leaving her pained and itching.
There was heartache in Li Shaoling's eyes. "Doesn't it hurt?"
"…Huh?"
Li Shaoling's gaze was searing with a trace of overwhelming affection. "Should I blow it for you?"
…Had he lost his mind?
Ji Weixi almost refused by reflex as Li Shaoling began to lower his head, but quickly smiled blissfully when she caught Ji Jianing's murderous glare in the corner of her eye.
"Yeah!" She nodded and pouted. "It's like her face is metal… it hurts so much…"
She was going to annoy Ji Jianing to death! Oh, yeah!
Li Shaoling paused then. Before this, Ji Weixi would be acting like a wild kitten baring her claws to scratch her victim, but suddenly she was acting girly instead.
