Qiao Yin felt somewhat flustered by his entwining fingers. She tried to pull her hand away, but Lu Lingche gripped it even tighter.
She lowered her head, looked at their clasped hands, and answered somewhat absentmindedly, "She came to scold me, and I scolded her back. She should be nearly dead from anger by now."
"Hmm, you really know how to get under people's skin. It seems she can't get the upper hand as long as you don't get physical."
Qiao Yin lifted her head, slightly unwilling to accept this, "Even if we did get physical, she wouldn't have the upper hand."
Lu Lingche frowned slightly, "So you're saying you let her have the upper hand on purpose? You got hurt on purpose?"
Qiao Yin turned her face away, unwilling to admit it, "No, I was just unprepared."
