"Ouch... Shui Xing, take it easy, take it easy..."
Liu Zhizhong cried out in pain, his face distorted and ugly in genuine agony.
His tall figure seemed to shrink under the force of Zhang Yuxing's grip, as if she was squeezing the life out of him, which gave her an immense sense of satisfaction—the kind that comes from dominating and manipulating a man!
"Oh, feeling the pain now, are you? So are you going to talk or not?"
"Ah, Shui Xing, these are all old stories, like stale sesame seeds and rotten millet. Zhang Hongyang still can't let go, he really has such a narrow mind..."
"Shut your mouth!" Zhang Yuxing twisted harder and lifted her hand further. "Of course you've forgotten. After sleeping with the school beauty and taking advantage, you just walked away and treated it like stale sesame seeds and rotten millet! Hongyang was truly in love, you know. Looks like it's etched in his bones, he won't let it go... So, are you going to talk or what?"
