The boy grasped her wrist, his handsome face displaying a playful and defiant expression. His star-like eyes locked onto hers, crimson from anger. With a sly curl of his soft lips, revealing a rebellious little tiger tooth, he said, "Good girl, this is what real harassment looks like! Next time, don't go tattling to the teacher just because I deliver you a love letter. If you tell on me again, every time I see you, I'll kiss you. I'll kiss your lips swollen. Got it?"
Jian Yao had never encountered such a shameless boy before. She was so furious that her entire body trembled. She tried to yank her wrist free with all her strength, but it was futile!
"You're despicable!"
From a young age, she had been the quintessential "perfect child." Insults were beyond her repertoire, and after struggling to find the right words, this was the best she could come up with.
It was also the harshest insult she could muster.
