What's going on?
Why is he looking at me like that?
Is he pitying me?
Watching Qin Hao's back and recalling that look he gave earlier, Brother Long was utterly baffled.
But in the next moment, he understood.
Click, click.
Bi Fang glared twice at her high heels, with a tone as if sharpening a knife: "These heels aren't great, I wonder if they can crack some eggs."
Brother Long wasn't stupid; seeing the setup, he knew exactly what was about to happen.
"Help me!"
In his cry of alarm, Bi Fang lifted her heel and stomped down fiercely.
At the last moment, risking broken bones, Brother Long put both palms over his crotch.
Crack...
Two sharp sounds, Brother Long let out a pig-slaughtering scream, then rolled continuously on the ground.
Even with his hands blocking, his crotch still took a hit.
Though not cracked, the pain was unbearable.
What's more, the pain in his palms lingered deeply.
