The fierceness brewing in Lan Xiu's eyes was palpable, looking emotionless at the hand on his collar, he grabbed her wrist and forcefully threw it away.
"I don't have time for this!"
He stood up, ready to leave.
Murong Wei staggered a few steps, seeing him refuse to spare her an extra glance, her humiliation and resentment consumed the last shred of her sanity.
Lifting her clenched fist, she lunged at him!
Lan Xiu swiftly sidestepped, spinning around, "What the hell are you doing?"
Murong Wei took a few gasps for breath, wordless, she lunged at him again!
She was by no means weak, she was proficient in the games men played.
But, trying to outdo Lan Xiu was beyond her.
Lan Xiu never hit women, nor would he raise his hand against her, he only forcefully brushed her off when she clung onto him.
Murong Wei followed him persistently, being shoved off, only to pounce again.