Ling Chuxia felt a momentary pain, then it stopped. She sat there blankly. Ji Xinxin thought she agreed by not objecting, immediately angered and ready to pick a fight with Shi Che, "I'm going to teach that bastard a lesson for daring to hit a woman! I'll beat the hell out of him!"
Only then did Ling Chuxia snap back to reality, grabbing Ji Xinxin's clothes with a hoarse voice, "It's not his fault."
Ji Xinxin laughed mockingly, "Even if you say it's not his fault, your current state, half-dead, must have something to do with him, no?"
Ling Chuxia lowered her eyes and fell silent, but her hands still clutched tightly at Ji Xinxin's clothes, not letting go.
Seeing the tight grip Ling Chuxia had on her clothes, Ji Xinxin felt suffocated, neither able to swallow nor spit it out, incredibly frustrated.
After a while, she took several deep breaths to suppress her murderous impulse and coldly said, "Let go of me, I'll get you a first-aid kit."
Ling Chuxia's hands slowly loosened up.
