Shen Yancheng dodged to the side, and Jiang Xiaorou went crashing to the ground with a loud clang, in so much pain she could hardly bear it.
"Shen Yancheng, you—bastard."
Jiang Xiaorou cursed! Cursed fiercely. He didn't even think to catch her? Did Shen Yancheng's conscience get eaten by a dog? Damn! It's truly infuriating.
"You can still curse, looks like you're fine," Shen Yancheng said with a slight smile.
Seeing Jiang Xiaorou fall as if a dog had gnawed at her, Shen Yancheng genuinely laughed out loud; he looked down, his gaze landing precisely on Jiang Xiaorou's collar. She lay on the ground, looking up at Shen Yancheng in what could be considered an elegant pose.
Especially around the collar area, which displayed much beauty—a sight that would move any man's heart. Shen Yancheng thought of taking a picture, so he shamelessly pulled out his phone, and snapped several shots of Jiang Xiaorou, then walked away without another word.