Yellow Hair and Purple Hair exchanged glances, let out a rallying cry, and charged forward together—
A fist landed heavily on Ou Jue's handsome face.
Yet Ou Jue showed no intention of retaliating!
His head tilted to the side from the blow, and he simply maintained that posture, his sharply contoured face cast in deep, shadowy lines.
"No—" Xia Xiyan's eyes widened, her mind going blank as if it had exploded in a roar of white noise.
Boss Mang, waiting for Ou Jue to "give in," raised a brow and taunted, "Young Master Ou, if you can't take it, just admit you don't like her. As long as you admit it, I'll have my men stop beating you immediately."
As he spoke, more punches rained down on Ou Jue.
He lowered his gaze, the loose strands of hair on his forehead falling to obscure his eyes, hiding his current expression.
But the corners of his thin lips curled upward in a mocking smirk. "Heh."
Boss Mang grew irritated. "Keep hitting!"
