"Ugh..."
Ji Luoyun didn't expect her to strike suddenly. With her eyes closed, she clutched her stomach in pain and fell to the ground, her delicate face twisted in agony, and beads of sweat immediately oozed out of her pores.
It hurt.
Jian Si's kick was intended to hurt as much as possible.
She had already been injured by people throwing stones outside, and now the pain was layered on top of that.
Even breathing too hard was unbearable.
Despite this, she refused to stop talking.
"You... You wretched woman, pretending to look pitiful and fragile on the surface, but you're more malicious than anyone—"
Jian Si sneered, "If we're talking about being pitiful and frail, you're undoubtedly first place. Who dares claim second?"
She had never planned to tolerate her—not since the first time Luoyun tried to drown her by forcing her underwater. From that moment on, the two were sworn enemies.
Now, with no one else around, there was even less reason to tolerate.