A wave of extreme soreness spread from the back of her neck, causing Yao Qing's body to stiffen momentarily.
Almost instantaneously, she realized what was happening, and, with a twist of her hand, she grabbed Yan Hong's arm and, using a clever move, flung her to the side.
The pain made her furrow her brows, and silent rage ignited in her eyes.
"Are you seriously fucking sick?"
She didn't like others touching her body, especially not with such force that it caused her pain, she liked that even less.
This was an aftereffect from her time in that place; no matter who it was, if they touched her and caused her pain, she could hardly control her anger... It wasn't just anger, really, it was an agitated and uneasy feeling, like her whole body was bristling.
Yan Hong, having been flung aside, hit her back against the bedpost, sucking in a breath from the pain.
She clutched her back as she got up and looked at Yao Qing with a cold laugh.
