Pan Ge clenched her small fists, her whole body shivering. It wasn't fear; it was anger. Such bullying! Xi Luting, you think I don't dare to go crazy with you? I... I really don't dare...
Pan Ge was so angry, anxious, and confused that she just sat dumbly on the floor, watching as Xi Luting was about to straddle Han Lie's lap. Oh my god, the impact of this scene was simply overwhelming.
However, Pan Ge had no way of dealing with it. Her usual sly eloquence was useless against Xi Luting's direct aggression, proving the saying: "When a scholar meets a soldier, reasoning is lost."
So, she could only channel all her anger onto Han Lie. Damn man, it's all your fault! If it weren't for... Huh? What are you doing?
Just as Pan Ge shifted her gaze from Xi Luting's backside, she saw Han Lie's actions and froze—her mouth agape, her eyes wide, but her pupils contracting violently.
⊙o⊙!
WHAT THE HELL!
