I Prefer the Mask

“You..” IT was the only thing Tan Lingyun could manage to mutter.

“Are you alright, Tan Lingyun?” Lan Jue waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a flash in the woman’s eyes. Before Lan Jue could react, Tan Lingyun reached out and grabbed his hand, and tried to twist it around.

Lan Jue was taken aback for a moment, but his subconscious reacted for him. He took a step back, his hand still held tightly by the Savage Goddess. He turned his wrist, forcing hers to as well. A half-second glint of lightning flashed as a bolt struck her wrist. Her whole body went numb, while Lan Jue took a few steps back to maintain a safe distance.

“Professotr Tan. I really don’t understand why you have to be violent every time we run in to one another. Is there so much hatred between us?” Lan Jue was beginning to grow irritated.

“Yes!” She screamed back in challenge. She lunged at him like a leopardess, her fingers swiping like claws at his face.