In the darkness, Bo Qingyu's dark cherry lips lifted in an excited curve, making his blood hot.
Clasping her wrist tight, they tug at each other with brute strength, each move carrying a brutal determination. Jiang Ruan breaks free from his hold, swings her leg and flicks the tip of her foot around the man's neck, but the man dodges to the side.
Jiang Ruan kicks a vase on the table.
It shatters with a crash.
A dark chuckle comes from Bo Qingyu near her ear, "Tsk, quite expensive."
Without mercy, he manages to grab her ankle and swings a punch at her.
Jiang Ruan, flexible as she is, tilts her body at an odd angle and swiftly sidestepped his blow.
Bo Qingyu's punch lands on a cabinet behind Jiang Ruan, immediately causing it to crack.
A crisp sound of shattering echoes in the room.
If that punch had landed on a person, it would have destroyed their organs.
Ruthlessly cruel.
Jiang Ruan licks her lips: "Pretty ruthless, huh."
