Thinking about the possible adverse consequences, Ye Xuan was also retreating. His experience told him that women, when angry, are generally the worst to provoke.
"Stop right there!"
Ling Qianxue felt Ye Xuan moving backward and suddenly shouted at him. But just as her shout had ended, Ye Xuan vanished in front of her like lightning, sweeping away like a gust of wind toward the distance.
"Jerk."
Ling Qianxue stamped her foot, her breathing somewhat disordered. She found it hard to believe that Ye Xuan had actually pinched her face. Aside from her parents when she was little, no third person had ever dared to do so.
But somehow, the feeling didn't seem all that unpleasant. Instead, there seemed to be a kind of sweetness taking root in her heart.
"Next time, I'll settle the score with you!"
Shaking her head, Ling Qianxue struggled to calm these unusual emotions. After gritting her teeth, she finally turned around and left in a huff, her mind in turmoil.
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