"Fuck, I gave you face but you refuse!" Wang Kun raised his hand towards Qu Yue's face. "Ah!"
However, before Wang Kun's hand could touch her, he was sent flying by Qu Yue's kick. His round face was filled with disbelief.
"Bang!" Wang Kun landed heavily on the ground and glared fiercely at Qu Yue.
The lights in the corridor gave off a dim yellow light. The light shone on her face. Everything about her was so tempting — her fair skin, her small face the size of a palm, her perky nose, and her cherry-red lips.
She was an angel from hell!
Wang Kun watched Qu Yue intently and could not help but retreat. He liked her but he was also afraid that she would lay her hands on him.
"Don't come over!" As Wang Kun spoke, he trembled as he supported himself with the wall and stood up. He pointed at Qu Yue's face and said, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"
