"Rip"
A large piece of An Ziqi's school uniform skirt was torn off by the chair.
Then the chair directly fell on her bare foot.
"Ah, it hurts so much."
An Ziqi was so hurt that tears welled up, hopping on one foot while hurriedly trying to cover the torn part of her skirt.
Luckily, the classroom was empty now, with only the two of them left.
An Ziqi, both in pain and anger, retreated to the wall, leaning against the corner, blocking the torn part of her skirt.
Gritting her teeth, she glared at Xiao Moli, "Words, what exactly do you want?"
Because of the pain, her big eyes were misty, glistening with layers of tears.
Anger caused a flush to rise on her fair little face.
She looked pitiful, obviously aggrieved to death, yet still stubbornly baring her claws at him.
It made him unable to resist wanting to bully her, wanting to see more emotions on her face.
Wanting to see her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy for him.
