Chapter 67: The Pain of the Chrysanthemum, Still Remembered in the Heart

"Pfft—"

Yan Moshan felt like his foot had become lodged in the crotch of the woman in red, followed by her agonized wails.

"Aaah—"

The woman in red let out a shrill scream, her body shuddering wildly, as she reached behind to touch her bottom.

Yan Moshan hurriedly pulled his foot out, took a tense step back, and leaned on the green guardrail by the roadside.

Yan Moshan worried that his kick might have been a bit too forceful. Although the woman's actions towards him had been excessive, if his kick had caused her behind to burst open, that would be a huge problem.

However, Yan Moshan's temper meant bowing his head was impossible, so with an even more threatening expression, he said to the woman's back:

"Don't blame me, you provoked me first. This is just a small lesson!"

The woman in red didn't respond to Yan Moshan's words, but kept caressing her buttocks and then slowly turned her head with a cold expression.