An Yuying sat up but didn't know what to do; she could only stand by anxiously.
Before, An Yuying had been facing away from Luo Yang, according to what Hong Jiaxin had seen. She didn't know if An Yuying had turned around out of jealousy.
Although she wanted to struggle free, she lacked the strength, and after wrestling for a while, all Hong Jiaxin could do was lie on top of Luo Yang and gasp for air.
"If you don't let go of me now, I, I will kill you," she said breathlessly.
"Class monitor, just calm down for a second," Luo Yang urged.
Knowing that even if he let her go, he would have to control her again, he decided it was better to hold on to her for now.
"If you don't let go, I, I will really get serious."
As Hong Jiaxin spoke, she stretched her hands to Luo Yang's ribs, preparing to twist him with all her might once she caught her breath.