"You..."
"What do you mean 'you'? Are you thinking of hitting someone?" Luo Ying nervously stepped back a few steps.
The boy, furious and embarrassed, rolled up his sleeves, looking quite intimidating.
Su Li grabbed the boy's raised hand in mid-air, twisting it outward with a bit of force, making him cry out in pain.
Who would have thought, the former boyfriend of the campus beauty has such skills.
The boy whose wrist was twisted by Su Li was the president of the campus Muay Thai Association, with muscular arms that looked intimidating, definitely not something a seemingly frail ex-boyfriend of the campus beauty could rival.
But now, with Su Li's light movements, the muscular boy couldn't move — impressive indeed.
Luo Ying's eyes sparkled as she looked at the suddenly appearing Su Li, changing from the ferocious demeanor of cursing to being shy like a little girl, becoming bashful.
