Shi Yihan smirked mischievously: "You're just a right match for being a petty hooligan!"
Song Qinghuan, who was trapped, almost spat blood in frustration. She wanted to give Shi Yihan a good thrashing, but she was immobilized. Hence, she decided to perform the Iron Head Skill on him.
As she consciously launched herself upwards, Shi Yihan detected her intention and easily dodged. His cold, deep voice warned, "Song Qinghuan, do you know the consequences of what you're doing?"
"What, are you going to kill me in this unfamiliar place?" Song Qinghuan dismissed Shi Yihan's warning. She continued climbing upwards, seemingly determined to hit Shi Yihan at all cost.
But Shi Yihan's easy manoeuvre foiled her efforts.
Moreover, with one swift move, he pinned her against the nearby wall, a deep, penetrating gaze fixed on her. His eyes were misty, and unfathomably deep.
His breath shifted towards her, and he smiled at her, his eyes less patient than usual.
