Lu Sirong stiffened upon hearing the words, her eyes filled with bitter resentment as she stared at Lu Fengxuan.
"Not letting go yet?" Lu Fengxuan continued to whisper in her ear, "I won't go easy on you, release your grip now, or do you believe I could ruin that face of yours?"
The two were very close, with Lu Sirong underneath, and her above, exerting full dominance. At that moment, something sneakily reached out from around the corner ahead.
Upon seeing this, Lu Fengxuan's expression remained unchanged, but a flash of realization crossed her mind—it was indeed a trap.
Her fingers involuntarily tightened, leaving trails of bloody marks on Lu Sirong's skin.
Lu Sirong winced in pain, "You whore, how dare you... Ah!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Fengxuan pushed her head down hard towards the ground, causing Lu Sirong's vision to blur as her grip involuntarily loosened; she then fell to the side, clutching her head.
