My Wrist Still Hurts A Little

Su Sici raised her hand and stroked her long hair."Stop fooling around with me. Can't we just be fine?"

His voice was a little low, and he finally let down his guard.

His thin lips were about to press against her forehead.

Fu Baixue opened her mouth slightly, grabbed his collar, leaned back, raised her leg, and kicked his calf.

There was a muffled bang.

"Hiss…" Su Xici was caught off guard and bent over from her kick."What the f * ck?"

Taking advantage of the moment when he bent over, Fu Baixue found an opportunity to sneak past him.

"We'll break up if we say we'll break up. I'll never see Su Xiaoci again!"

After saying that, the girl's slender back ran away without looking back, and she quickly blended into the night.

Su Xici rubbed her calf that was hurting from her kick. She stared at her back as she disappeared into the darkness. She could not help but grit her teeth and smile.

"Fu Baixue, just you wait."