Seeing his other hand moving towards her chest, An Ziqi didn't have time to struggle. Hastily, she lifted her hand to cover her chest, all the while ingesting a few mouthfuls of water.
Xiao Moli sneered coldly, "Don't worry, I think you're dirty, and I won't touch you."
He fiercely scrubbed the conspicuous bruises on her shoulders, as if to forcibly cleanse her.
His insulting words were like a sharp knife piercing An Ziqi's heart. She was wrong for standing him up, but what gave him the right to insult her?
Resentment and fury surged within An Ziqi, quickly bringing tears to her eyes.
"If I'm so dirty, aren't you afraid of dirtying your hands touching me?"
Xiao Moli glared at her ruthlessly, his eyes as fierce as a bloodthirsty animal, seemingly ready to devour her any moment.
The hand gripping her shoulder was practically crushing her.
With biting lips, An Ziqi stubbornly looked back at him, refusing to back down.