Before he finished speaking, a punch landed on his stomach.
Luo Xinguang didn't even have time to react as he stepped back and his stomach cramped in pain.
Song Yaoyao twisted her wrist and smiled sweetly at Luo Xinguang. "If your face is worth money, does that mean it's cheaper if I don't hit your face?"
Luo Xinguang: "???"
He stared at the girl as she closed in on him. For some reason, her presence made him slightly scared.
"Don't come near me! Ow!"
Bam!
Slap!
With one hand, Song Yaoyao pressed the boy, who was much taller than her, against the corner of the classroom, and gave him a good beating.
But, his handsome face remained as handsome as ever.
Luo Xinguang held onto his stomach, crying without tears. "Stupid brat! Are you addicted to violence?"
He simply thought she was amusing and teased her a little. Need she be this ruthless against him?
