Seeing her on the verge of tears but unable to cry, strangely lifted his mood.
He had a peculiar habit of finding joy in others' misery, especially when that other person was her.
Noticing him surveying her with scrutinizing and disdainful eyes, his gaze aggression-filled, Song Yinyin was furious.
"Lu Jihan, stop being so full of yourself. I'm not interested in you at all, you arrogant pig!"
Song Yinyin was thoroughly enraged, her face flushed as red as a pig's liver, like an angry little lion, clawing furiously at Lu Jihan.
"Hiss..." Lu Jihan gasped in pain.
He hadn't anticipated Song Yinyin's resistance, but her lioness-like outburst indeed had a certain level of threat.
She charged at him, and somehow managed to scratch an injury on his handsome face.
Instantly, he furrowed his brows.
"Damn it!" he growled, grasping her fair wrist in one quick motion, "Woman, what's making you crazy?!"
Why wouldn't she lose it?
