Xia Siyu was glad she hadn't worn high heels at home. If those had been stilettos, Bo Yan could joyfully become good sisters with Xia Siyu from now on.
"You—hiss—" Bo Yan had meant to say something, but as soon as he raised his head, a searing pain shot up his spine, so intense that he immediately lowered his head again, his back arching involuntarily.
"Serves you right! That's for bullying people!" Xia Siyu was no weak woman to be pushed around; anyone who dared to take advantage of her was asking for trouble!
But when she turned around and saw the pitiful state Bo Yan was in, and remembered that she had indeed put all her strength into that kick, she wasn't sure if anything had broken, but it must have been very painful, that was certain.
