Ying Yue clenched her hand into fists at the sudden itchy sensation. Her eyes narrowed as a ghost of a smile suddenly rested on her lips, "Mo Zihan, since you can't be persuaded with words, then let me do it by force."
Three question marks could be seen hanging above his head, he was genuinely confused but somehow her voice gave him chills.
If only Mo Zihan had known what kind of person she was, then he would never have dared to play such tricks. Even if she was physically weak, her wits alone were more than enough.
His gut feeling turned out to be true when she raised her knee and kicked his little brother as hard as she could. As if that was not enough, she harshly pushed him to the couch.
