Ah Yin looked aggrievedly at the fierce woman in red before him, rubbing his sore backside and pouted, "Who exactly are you? Why did you hit me the moment we met? I really don't know what you're talking about! Boohoo, everyone says the women of Dongling are gentle and kind, how come the first one I meet outside is like this?"
Feng Yingying was still a bit doubtful, but as soon as she heard his last sentence, she got angry. The whip in her hand cracked loudly, "What did you say? Gentle and kind? Are you saying I'm not gentle or kind? Ha! People say all the men of Dayong are cunning, and it's true. Every word needs to be interpreted in several ways! Hmph! This lady isn't unkind, but with a rogue like you, kindness is unnecessary! Watch the whip!"
As she spoke, she dexterously flicked the whip, and the tip, as if it had a mind of its own, shot towards Ah Yin like a swimming serpent.
"Ouch!"
