When Yang Qiqi heard the whistling sound of wind and turned around, it was already too late. Zhou Lin's baton was not only thick, and heavy but also fast. She felt a sharp pain in her lower back, losing her balance and sprawling forward in a dramatic manner. If she hadn't braced herself with her hands in time, she would have cracked her chin.
"I didn’t tell you to leave, did I? "Zhou Lin stepped firmly on her waist, leaning down as he said, "Isn’t it good to stay alive with food and drink? Why are you hell-bent on dying?"
"I'm wrong, Zhou Lin, I'm wrong! Please, please forgive me!"Yang Qiqi struggled to turn her head, but still couldn't see Zhou Lin's face. Too afraid to resist, she could only cry incessantly.This was the truth—women were made of water, whether good or bad, tears came ju
