Jian Xi appeared at the staircase, flicking her wrist lightly. Half a melon seed shell flew over and lodged into Yin Ruo's wrist.
"Ah—"
Yin Ruo winced in pain and pulled back her hand.
On her snow-white wrist, the melon seed shell trembled slightly.
"Pfft! It's really quite the sight!" Luo Yan burst out laughing.
Yin Ruo looked up at Jian Xi, her face pale. She had promised X that she would never touch Jian Xi. So... does she just have to take a beating?!
Damn it! She was unwilling! Rationality and anger waged war in her heart.
In the end, rationality won. Yin Ruo softened, putting on a pitiful face: "Sister..."
"Shut up! If you call me 'sister' one more time, I'll sew your mouth shut!" Jian Xi came down the stairs, holding the handrail. Luo Yan ran over to support her.
Yin Ruo had no choice but to say, "Jian."
"I can't stand the sight of you right now. Slap yourself!" Jian Xi commanded, cold as a female general.
