Ji Qingxuan stood obediently, biting her red lips slightly, staring at Jiang Fan without saying a word.
Her eyes were filled with grievance.
Jiang Fan frowned, came up to her, and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"You're a seven-foot-tall man, but you act and speak like a woman, and that's not all."
"You don't even let people touch you!"
He poked Ji Qingxuan's chest and criticized:
"What's the big deal if I touch you? Did you lose a piece of flesh?"
Ji Qingxuan covered her chest again, her jade-like face flushed red, her beautiful eyes widened, and she repeatedly exclaimed:
"You! You're shameless!"
She raised her hand, about to slap Jiang Fan's face.
Jiang Fan laughed angrily.
Stubborn as a mule!
He grabbed Ji Qingxuan's lapel and said, "Try hitting me!"
"I'll expel you from the Great Yin Sect immediately!"
When Ji Qingxuan heard this, she didn't dare to swing down her raised hand.
But Jiang Fan was still holding her lapel, making her feel both ashamed and furious.
