You Are My Little Underling

"Ouch..."

Shen Xun grabbed helplessly onto Song Yaoyao's wrist. "Song Yaoyao, are you f*cken serious?"

He gritted his teeth and parted his lips as his eyelids twitched in pain.

This brat aimed specifically for his face. Didn't she know to never aim for one's face?

Holding the advantage, Song Yaoyao looked at him quietly and tilted her head. "Why would I not be serious?"

She gently twisted her wrist and freed herself from Shen Xun's grip without him noticing how she did it.

After that, another punch fell upon Shen Xun...

"Ugh..."

Shen Xun gritted his teeth. "If you keep hitting my face, I'm going to be angry!"

Pak—

"Ouch..."

Shen Xun knitted his brows and stretched his arm to grab Song Yaoyao. His thoughts were simple: first, he had to subdue her, then they could talk.