She reached out, grabbed the side of Chen Yuan's face, and gave it a vicious pinch.
A pained cry from Chen Yuan echoed in the room. It had clearly hurt.
While Jiangg Ning was merciless when hitting Yaoyao and had been called a brute countless times, she had never actually been violent with Chen Yuan. The last time was so long ago he could barely remember it—when she'd thrown a high-heeled shoe at him. This was a real pinch, and Chen Yuan was caught completely off guard. He never expected her to be so forceful.
He clutched his face.
His entire face scrunched up in pain.
"How have I never noticed what a slick-tongued bastard you are? Do you really think I won't do anything to you just because I like you? You're starting to push your luck, just like Yaoyao."
She glared at him, her face as exquisite as ever, but her eyes blazed with a fire that couldn't be extinguished.
"That really hurt," Chen Yuan whined, squatting down and bowing his head low, feigning a serious injury.
