"Ah!"
Yang Xin screamed at the top of her lungs, a sound so piercing that even Li Chen couldn't bear it—truly a woman's ultimate weapon.
Quick as lightning, Yang Xin snatched the quilt from beside her and covered herself.
"You're nothing but a hooligan." Yang Xin was on the verge of tears.
"Hey, enough already. Can't you calm down and listen to me for a second?" Li Chen was getting annoyed—after all, he was the one who'd pulled her back from the Ghost Gate.
"You're a hooligan!" Yang Xin was fuming, and once again she raised her hand to slap Li Chen.
But this time, her hand was stopped mid-air, caught by a strong hand that seized her wrist.
Yang Xin struggled, but she couldn't break free from Li Chen's grip.
"Let go of me, you hooligan," Yang Xin raged.
"You keep calling me a hooligan, fine, then I'll show you a hooligan," Li Chen replied with a cold smile, his temper flaring.
"What are you going to do?" Yang Xin suddenly had a bad feeling.
