Zhai Xiaoxiao knows martial arts.
When it comes to hitting women, slapping faces, pulling hair, ripping clothes, Zhai Xiaoxiao is definitely an expert.
But hitting men, she's all show no bite.
"Fuck, you stinking bitch, you actually dared to bite me."
Feng Zilang used his body to pin Zhai Xiaoxiao down on the desk, slapped her hard across the face.
"Smack!"
Zhai Xiaoxiao's face reddened and swelled.
The severe pain made her clench her teeth tightly.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
"Feng Zilang, if you're a man, get lost. Doing this, you might get my body, but you'll never get my heart."
Zhai Xiaoxiao's face was swollen, the bloody fingerprint clear as day, she roared.
"You slut, your black heart, I wouldn't even want. If it wasn't for your face, only a dumbass would take interest in a socialite like you."
Feng Zilang hurriedly pulled down his pants and tore at Zhai Xiaoxiao's short skirt, exposing his golden mushroom, sneering.
"You!"
