"He might be wondering, how exactly my hands touched your body. Do you want to see how terrifying a man's jealousy can be?"
He finished speaking, the corner of his lips curling into a peculiar smirk.
Qin Miaomiao responded calmly:
"Nothing ever happened between us!"
"But what if I say, something did? What if I tell Lu Qing that my hand slipped inside your neckline, that I tasted your tender, juicy lips, that I even..."
"Shut up!"
Qin Miaomiao, enraged by his words, stepped forward and aimed a kick at his crotch, but he dodged it with ease.
Unsatisfied, she lunged forward, slamming him down to the ground with a shoulder throw!
She even heard the sickening crack of bone; the throw was ruthless.
But Lu Xing's face still bore that twisted, disgusting smile—the kind of smile that made her utterly loathe him.
