Bitten by Jiang Li for no reason, Liang Zhouyue's repressed fury blazed even fiercer. She didn't retreat any further but sat directly on top of him instead, clenched her fist, and pounded it into his chest with all her might, wishing she could exert all the strength of her life.
"If you do this to me again, I will beat you to death."
Punch after punch, Jiang Li's brow furrowed from the assault, but his hands remained at his sides, without any move to stop her.
Even so, the curve of his lips seemed to suggest he was actually enjoying it.
Liang Zhouyue really thought he was sick. After a simple burst of venting, she retracted her legs to get off the bed.
But as soon as she bent her knees, her shins were caught in his strong grasp, and with a gentle yank downward, the unprepared Liang Zhouyue lost her balance and stumbled onto him.
Her face smashed directly into his hard, muscular chest.
