Xiang Yang raised her hand, intending to slap Chen An, but he grabbed her wrist.
Chen An smiled cheekily. "What? Are you miffed? Was it because I hit the nail on the head? Relax; why did you come here if you weren't lonely? There's no need to be mad just because I was right on the mark."
"Let go!" Xiang Yang uttered coldly.
"Why would I let go?" Chen An chuckled. "You were the one who personally delivered your hand to me." After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed the back of Xiang Yang's hand.
Xiang Yang didn't hesitate for even a second. She picked up the bottle on the table with her left hand and smashed it on Chen An's head without looking at it.
"Ah!" Chen An screamed. He didn't expect Xiang Yang would dare to hurt him. He held both hands to his head and felt sticky liquid covering his palms. He lowered his hands and saw that they were covered in blood!
"YOU B*TCH!" Chen An roared and jumped to his feet to scold Xiang Yang.
