With that, Liuliu pivoted, dodging Shang Hui's kick. At the same time, she yanked one of Shang Hui's arms and, with a mighty pull, dislocated Shang Hui's shoulder with a loud crack. Shang Hui was no longer tearful out of frustration but out of pain. Although she grimly held her silence, her face had turned a painful white.
Shang Wei was heartbroken. His sister had never been so deeply humiliated. His heart cried out for her, but he recognized Liu Si for who he was. Xiaotian had called him for help, after all. He was effective, too effective, which led to his sister's embarrassment.
"If you admit defeat, I'll fix your arm, otherwise, you'll have to bear the pain." Liuliu ignored Shang Hui's tears, thinking "how could such a fair-faced boy be so ruthless?" Maybe if he tasted some bitterness, he would understand why the flowers are so red.
