"Sister," he said, "you look even prettier when you're angry!"
Not only did the boy not let go of Su Liuying, but he also intensified his actions by leaning in closer to her face. Annoyed, she turned her head away and struggled to lift her knee, forcefully driving it into the man's most vulnerable spot.
"Ah! It hurts! Sister, you're so fierce! But I like it!"
Su Liuying gave him a cold stare, watching him sweat profusely from the pain yet still teasing her with his words.
"Serves you right to die from the pain!"
She said mockingly and then turned around, only to be completely dumbfounded by what she saw.
Quan Tianyou was standing about five meters from her, his lips hooked in a cold, mocking smile. His gaze was sharp and icy as it bore into her.
Seeing Su Liuying looking at him, he extinguished the cigar in his hand and tossed it into the trash can, his fingers slightly curling, "Come here!"
