Wei Anning looked at his contorted handsome face and felt secretly thrilled, finally getting some revenge. "Serves you right for bullying me; I hope this really irks you!"
Wei Anning walked toward the door with her tail up in the air, feeling utterly smug.
Leng Youchen watched her self-satisfied expression and frowned. "The little thing has stretched its claws now. This bad habit needs punishment!"
Just as Wei Anning's hand touched the doorknob, she felt a searing sensation at her waist and turned to see Leng Youchen standing right behind her, smirking wickedly.
Startled, she quickly tried to pull the door open, but the grip on her waist suddenly tightened, and the room spun around her. She lost her hold on the doorknob and found herself hoisted over Leng Youchen's shoulder.
