While counting numbers, Ning Xia had already prepared for the final blow, determined to leave him not dead but certainly shedding a layer of skin.
Zuo Li still wanted to resist, but when he saw the terrifying murderous intent in Ning Xia's eyes, a sudden feeling of dread hit him, and the words tumbled out, "I give up, I've given up! Stop hitting me! Please, don't hit me anymore!!"
By the end, there seemed to be a sob in his voice.
What kind of woman is this, how can she be so terrifying!
"Phew..." Ning Xia breathed a sigh of relief, twisted her wrist joints to relieve the soreness, then said, "You should have said so sooner; I'm exhausted from all the hitting."
"..."
"Look, your crush on me, it's just an illusion, just a temporary touch of emotion, not sincere at all, so you'd better not waste your thoughts on me anymore, unless you really like being abused and are looking for someone to beat you up every day!"
"..."
