"If my death would make you happier, then go ahead and hit me!" Ye Xiong said, looking as if he welcomed it.
Yang Xinyi knew he practiced martial arts, so she ignored him and stepped on the accelerator.
She had assumed he would dodge. To her surprise, he didn't move at all and was sent flying by the impact.
Fortunately, she braked fast enough, otherwise the car would have run him over.
"Are you crazy? Why didn't you dodge?" Yang Xinyi scrambled out of the car. Seeing Ye Xiong lying on the ground, she shouted frantically.
"You won't even give me a chance to explain. I might as well be dead," Ye Xiong whined shamelessly.
"Please... just let me calm down. If you keep pushing me, I'm going to cry." Tears welled up in Yang Xinyi's eyes, and her voice wavered with sorrow.
Her grief-stricken expression was indescribably pitiful, and it tugged at Ye Xiong's heartstrings.