Qin Jie gave in and let her go, scoffing lightly, "Burning the bridge after crossing the river, huh."
"No!" Chen Enci, with her steps all over the place, slowly moved forward, "I'm getting rid of the grindstone and killing the donkey."
"You're just a dead donkey, not even fit for a bridge."
Qin Jie didn't reply, but matched her pace, following closely behind her as she walked in circles. Occasionally, he would reach out to steady her, only to have her shake off his hand – getting rid of the grindstone and killing the donkey – with a swift slap.
Her strength wasn't too great, but every time, her slap landed accurately on the same spot on the back of Qin Jie's hand.
His skin was on the pale side, and after being slapped over and over again, the skin eventually began to sting a bit.
As they passed under a street light, Qin Jie glanced at the back of his hand and noticed a faint redness. He couldn't help but cluck his tongue.