"You have no idea how expensive this is," he said, pointing to the cut on his forehead.
"It's just some stupid cut. You can't be so petty, can you?" Sanya flipped her hair back, annoyed that it had gotten into her face. The way she flipped her hair felt familiar...
The man moved backward some more. With such a woman near him, he'd have to be careful not to get punched by her. Otherwise, how would he explain to his brothers and father if he came home with bruises?
"What are you, a woman? How can a man care so much about his appearance? Oh wait! I get it. You used your dumbass face to charm girls. No wonder you care about it so much. Oh heavens, you must have spent hours fixing your idiotic face in front of the mirror every morning," Sanya said in a taunting tone. She was getting more and more irritated by the second.
