Xue Murong's fingertips had barely touched Yu Lingqian when it seemed she had provoked his sensitive nerves.
Yu Lingqian reflexively swung his arm forcefully, sending her flying away, completely unable to control his strength.
"Ah!"
Xue Murong let out a low cry as she was thrown back several steps, her leg crashing into the toolbox behind her, turning her face pale with pain.
Gu Yichen frowned but still approached, "Are you alright?"
Xue Murong bit her lip, looking down at her own calf.
The spot where she had been hit quickly swelled up, even showing a hint of bruising.
Frowning, she glanced at Yu Lingqian, but the man didn't even lift his eyelids, his eyes glued firmly to the body of that pervert.
Xue Murong cast her eyes downward, biting her lip with grievance, a thick sense of loss spreading throughout her heart.
