Five clear fingerprints were imprinted on Gu Xiaoqing's cheek, and because of the excessive force, they quickly turned bluish-purple and began to swell. In just a few minutes, half of the face was nearly unpresentable.
Gu Xiaoqing covered her cheek, but her eyes were filled with delight. Yes, that look could be called delight, completely different from all the negative emotions shown moments ago, a delight unmistakable to anyone.
Only now did Fang Shaohan realize that he had managed to roll over like a turtle stranded on its back, not just flipping himself over, but moving his hands and feet to get in front of Gu Xiaoqing. If he hadn't moved himself, he wouldn't have been able to touch her at all.
His legs surprisingly coordinated with his arms' commands; blinded by anger, his body reacted in the most instinctual way.
Fang Shaohan delightedly twisted the muscles in his leg, feeling a slight soreness — not very noticeable, but a genuinely real soreness.
