Han Jing watched Su Yu warily, her body involuntarily shrinking back.
At that moment, Su Yu glanced at her, and said mildly, "I know we haven't married yet, so no need to worry, I won't touch you now."
Han Jing felt her expression shatter with a crash.
She lifted her foot and aimed a kick at Su Yu: "Screw you—"
Of course, she didn't even land the kick before Su Yu easily blocked her, grabbing her leg and pressing her back onto the bed, without Han Jing even touching the hem of Su Yu's clothing.
An unmistakable gap in power.
Having such a monstrous opponent, Han Jing suddenly found life full of meaning.
Almost instinctively, she was reinvigorated by failure; if the foot didn't work, then use the hands.
Water droplets quietly gathered in her palm, planning to hurl them at Su Yu's exquisitely beautiful face while he wasn't looking. She swore she wasn't jealous of his looks.
