Ye Qingci looked at her with contempt, advanced a few steps, and delivered a hard slap across her face.
Jiaojiao's face turned sharply to one side from the impact, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Ye Qingci. "You dare to slap me? You shameless, cheap person! No wonder you steal other people's men, you're so low, you must not be able to live without a man, can you? You..."
Before she could finish, Ye Qingci cut her off with two more slaps.
"Go on, keep cursing!" Ye Qingci watched her calmly, "I don't curse people, but I do hit people. For every insult you hurl, I'll respond with a slap. If you're not afraid of the pain, keep cursing."
Jiaojiao was so furious that she jumped up and down, struggling desperately.
But how could her strength compare to Jiuyue's grip?
She sweated profusely from the struggle, unable to break free from Jiuyue's hold, so furious she opened her mouth to curse again: "You cheap..."
