Qin Xiang grabbed her wrist: "Hey, can't you be a bit gentler, you're always resorting to violence. Do you have a tendency for domestic violence? Which man would dare marry you in the future."
"None of your business, I never asked you to marry me. Why are you nagging?" Lin Ruochun struggled twice without breaking free. In a fit of anger and embarrassment, she lifted her leg and kicked Qin Xiang in the calf.
The pointy high heels on Lin Ruochun's feet were lethal from tip to heel. Combined with Qin Xiang's earlier mockery, she was fuming, and kicked with no sense of restraint. Qin Xiang immediately grunted, frowned, and his body bent a little.
Seeing this, Lin Ruochun was taken aback and looked at her anxiously, retracting her foot guiltily: "Does it hurt a lot? I didn't use much force, right?"
Qin Xiang responded blandly: "What do you think."
Amidst her guilty conscience, Lin Ruochun felt a tinge of distress, and her sudden rise of anger quickly subsided, "...I'm sorry."
