Leng Zirui slanted a glance at Xu Xia's side neck, and sure enough saw a conspicuous bruise there.
His heart burned with pain, yet his face was still wearing a smile.
Bracing one arm against the wall, he pulled Xu Xia into his arms, his fingers playing with her hair, while his gaze, already tinged with wickedness, fell on Lei Qingqing. "Hitting her this hard—are you jealous of her?"
This bastard, absolutely shameless and narcissistic to the extreme, does he really think he's some big Casanova?
Lei Qingqing secretly curled her lip in her heart, but forced down the disgust on her face. "You should know, the only reason I'm this tolerant of her is entirely for your sake. Otherwise, just that slap alone would've given me more than enough reason to flay her alive!"
"Ha..." Leng Zirui chuckled softly. His fingers reached over and gently caressed Xu Xia's face. "Such beautiful skin—wouldn't it be a pity to peel it off?"
Lei Qingqing only forced out a cold snort through her nose.
