Suddenly, he reached out and pulled Su Yan into his arms, hugging her fiercely, almost breaking her waist.
"Let go!"
Su Yan reflexively chopped at his neck with her palm, her wrist caught by him.
In an instant, Su Yan's heart rose to her throat.
She feared he would crush her wrist like he had that night.
Thankfully, the expected pain did not come; Chu Yuxiao threw her hand aside, saying coldly:
"With your meager skills, you think to resist me!"
"If I don't resist, should I just let you manipulate me?"
Su Yan retorted, at the same time bending her leg and ramming it into his lower abdomen.
Chu Yuxiao suddenly spread his legs, trapping hers between them, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth:
"Is that all you're capable of?"
"Is it?"
A sly glint passed through Su Yan's eyes as she flicked her wrist, scattering a white powder toward Chu Yuxiao.
