Ye Wudao shook his head, slightly amused. It seemed this woman wouldn't give up until she hit rock bottom. As she threw a punch at him, Ye Wudao didn't even bother to block.
Wang Yuyan's fist landed on Ye Wudao with a thud, but he didn't so much as flinch. Wang Yuyan was shocked and wanted to retreat, but it was too late—Ye Wudao had already grabbed her, leaping down from the plum blossom pile with her in tow.
Although Wang Yuyan would occasionally tease Ye Wudao, it was all talk. Despite her fashionable appearance, the proud Wang Yuyan didn't spare ordinary men a glance, let alone allow one to wrap an arm around her waist.
"Let me go!"
Wang Yuyan struggled fiercely, her face flushed red as she tried to break free from Ye Wudao's grip. In her forceful attempt, she did break free but ended up falling clumsily to the ground.
"Ah! Ye Wudao, you dead jerk, I'll kill you."
Wang Yuyan scrambled up from the ground and came at him with shouts of murder.
