Chapter 297, Misandry

Yanyue was at the brink of death, consumed with shame and anger, and she snapped fiercely, "You dare!"

Fang Yi merely gave a cold smile, without a reply, and then there was a smack sound as he slapped Yanyue on the body.

Having caught a beauty in the pot, how could Fang Yi possibly let her turn the tables?

Consequently, he was seen applying pressure to several of Yanyue's acupuncture points.

Fang Yi whistled lightly and propped Yanyue up against a tree.

"I... I came to discuss cooperation with you!" Yanyue gritted her teeth and called out.

Fang Yi paused briefly and then his lips curled into an eerie smile. As if strolling, he laughed and said, "Cooperate?"

Yanyue said, "Yes, cooperate!"

Fang Yi asked, "What kind of cooperation? Let's hear it."

Summing up patience against Fang Yi's encroaching advantage, Yanyue said, "I am the chief disciple of the Desire Sect."

"Uh-huh."