"Come on, make it rough, make it thrilling!" Ye Chenfeng's face was full of expectation.
Chu Qingxue glared at him and then, to his shock, she mercilessly kicked towards Ye Chenfeng's groin.
"No, stop!" Ye Chenfeng scrambled up from the ground, narrowly dodging Chu Qingxue's kick.
Only then did Ye Chenfeng realize that the "thrill" Chu Qingxue mentioned was about kicking.
"Hold it, don't run! Didn't you want it to be thrilling? I'm giving you thrilling, why are you running away?" Chu Qingxue chased after him relentlessly.
As Ye Chenfeng ran, he shouted, "No need anymore, I'm fine now, no need for thrill!"
"Let me give you another thrill! Or maybe a pair of scissors would be better; they provide an even better thrill!" Chu Qingxue said, picking up a pair of scissors and charging towards him.
Ye Chenfeng felt a chill in his lower body and broke out in a cold sweat.
Ye Chenfeng fled in panic and after he ran into his room, he locked the door.