"Even if you got on your knees and called me your mother, I wouldn't so much as glance your way."
Brother Scorpion froze.
He hadn't quite caught the last part about "mother," but the first few words made everything clear. This wasn't flirting; it was humiliation. It was like she was taking a shit on his head!
His face contorted with rage. His features, a mess of scars and festering sores, twisted like trampled mud. His muscles twitched, and two jets of hot steam shot from his nostrils as if he wanted to burn the very world to the ground.
Chu Jing raised her hand and gently patted Jiang Ji's shoulder three times.
Three taps, neither heavy nor light, yet they landed like a drumbeat on the heart.
Then, she stepped to the side, and with a sweep of her arm, she steadily pushed Qiu Ye behind her.
She didn't say a word.
But the look she gave Qiu Ye was calm, sharp, and left no room for doubt.
