Li Xue's eyes became all blistering fierce when it caught the raising hands of the woman on herself.
Was she looking so demure to Ning Meiling to think that it was easy to assault her? Not a chance.
With on swift motion, the hands were half held in the air, inflicting a sear pain to the frail wrist that ever thought to take the courage to hit Li Xue. She was not a damsel in distress to take all the pains coming her way helplessly and wait till her knight in shining armour appears to save her. She, herself, was more than capable enough to take the charge and declare the war against her enemies and then win it on her merits.
