NOVPUBChapter 63: 63. Practice, Swing your Fist
Chapter 63: 63. Practice, Swing your Fist
Zishi was thrown on the ground, whimpering pitifully for two times, then it turned over and lay on the floor, staring unwaveringly at Shi Yuhuan.
Only its master would understand what it intended to communicate.
Song Qinghuan was terrified. The beautiful smile that had adorned her face due to Zishi’s antics, albeit stricken with fear, froze within a moment.
She cautiously watched Shi Yuhuan, but he was not looking at her. From his dark eyes, he shot out stern, piercing glances at Zishi, as frigid as millennium-old black ice.
It didn’t matter whether Zishi was scared or not, Song Qinghuan was surely terrified.
Seeing Zishi, she observed it again whimper and then obediently get up to walk away.
Song Qinghuan was trembling with fear, thinking that with his viciousness, he might kill Zishi.
The word “kill” sent a shudder down her spine. She gulped, “Well, don’t blame it anymore. Zishi did not hurt me. It just came to play with me.”
Shi Yuhuan turned his eyes to her, silent for a while. Suddenly, with a low, sarcastic tone, he said, “Whatever I decide to do with it is not because of you.”
“What?” Song Qinghuan stared at him in astonishment.
His words indicated that whether it would hurt her is not his concern; what he cared about was Zishi disobeying him.
Song Qinghuan gritted her teeth, “I must have overreacted. Get out, get out of my bedroom!”
Obviously, at this moment, Song Qinghuan had forgotten the torment Aphrodisiac had brought to her the other day.
Shi Yuhuan’s semi-closed eyes snapped open, shooting out two blazing lights, “What did you say?”
Song Qinghuan bit her lip tightly, dared not utter a word, but her hand involuntarily clenched into a fist.
She had simply responded in a fit of anger, but now, a little calm, she dared not repeat her words.
Seeing her silent, Shi Yuhuan also said no more but turned around coldly.
Song Qinghuan pouted, made a face at his tall, upright, and ruthless back, and then, quite vexed, raised her fist and swung it aimlessly in the air.
The morning sunlight fell on her, casting her shadow on the ground, giving a clear view to Shi Yuhuan.
Shi Yuhuan abruptly stopped, turning his head to look at her. His indifferent eyes, devoid of any warmth, reflected pure coldness.
Song Qinghuan was caught off guard, her fist remained suspended in mid-air.
Shi Yuhuan too, remained still, staring firmly at her, seemingly anticipating her next move.
Song Qinghuan looked at him, then at her own fist, and felt like banging her head against the wall.
She bit her lip thinking for a while, and then managed to squeeze out, “What’s up with you? Can’t I practice my jab?”
Saying that, she swung her fists back and forth. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
Shi Yuhuan smirked coldly, then suddenly seized Song Qinghuan’s arm, made a swift 360-degree rotation, and then pinned her against the wall.
