TAKE YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF

A gust of wind swept by her side, and Ye Ling saw Sheng Junlie walking past her at a fast pace, even knocking her to the side. Weakened, Ye Ling took two steps back and hit a rough tree trunk, feeling sharp pain in her back. Her face turned even paler, and she quickly held onto the willow tree behind her to steady herself. Looking up, she saw Sheng Junlie squatting in front of Jian Yunxi.

She watched the scene coldly, feeling like a clown jumping around. Jian Yunxi's despicable and nasty tactics were effective, and seeing how nervous Sheng Junlie was around her, Ye Ling knew she had lost the battle.

"Junlie, it hurts so much," Jian Yunxi said, appearing delicate and weak in front of others, but especially so in front of men like Sheng Junlie.

Unfortunately, men fell for her act every time. Her palm was scraped by a sharp stone, and blood gushed out. She only needed to furrow her brow to make a man feel sorry for her.