"Hooligan, stinking hooligan... Qin Yi, you're such a pervert..."
Yun Mengyao, overwhelmed with shame and anger, threw a flurry of punches at Qin Yi.
But she forgot that in her current position and height, the place she hit was deadly for Qin Yi.
"Ow..."
Qin Yi almost died from the pain, his handsome face turning the color of an eggplant in the darkness, and he couldn't help but let out a sharp scream before he instinctively threw Yun Mengyao aside.
"Pervert, damn pervert..." Yun Mengyao cursed angrily.
Qin Yi writhed in pain, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, his lips turned white.
"You crazy woman, it was you who grabbed me first—taking advantage of me and now trying to cripple me. Truly, the most venomous is a woman's heart..." Qin Yi said, gritting his teeth and trembling.
Yun Mengyao retorted angrily, "You definitely did it on purpose."
