She snatched the towel from the lounge chair to wrap around her body, turned around indifferently, and fearlessly repeated herself.
"Your touch makes me feel nauseous! So disgusting I want to vomit!"
Si Ye took a deep breath, his muscular chest rising and falling steadily.
Good, she hadn't learned a thing from the lesson he just gave her.
Chen Zhi, this damned woman!
Si Ye narrowed his eyes at her, his gaze icy and cutting. Suddenly, he strode towards her with an oppressive aura.
That was when Chen Zhi felt fear and immediately took off running.
Barefoot, she ran over the pebbles, the sound of her footsteps tapping sharply, the pain in her soles didn't slow her down.
Even without looking back, she knew Si Ye was catching up to her.
His presence was too overwhelming; several times she felt he was only half a step behind her.
Chen Zhi ran for her life; the towel nearly slipped to the ground several times, flashes of exposed skin nearly driving Si Ye to cough up blood.
