Jin Ying tried to crawl away, her nails digging into the cold stone floor.
But the moment she moved—
A hand grabbed her ankle.
Then—a sharp pull.
She screamed, her body dragged across the ground.
Xiong Xue whimpered, trying to twist away, but the orange-haired woman pressed a bare foot against her back, pinning her down like a hunted animal.
"Struggling?" The woman's voice was amused, condescending. "Didn't you want to teach someone a lesson? Consider this… a lesson of your own."
Jin Ying gasped, trembling, her body shaking violently.
The mist wrapped around her like chains, pressing into her skin, her bones, making her numb, helpless.
Su Xiaobai's laughter echoed.
"I wonder…" His voice was low, lazy, as he leaned over Lan Meiyu.
His fingers traced her trembling lips, his other hand gripping her soft waist.
"Does my bitch moans like a whore when she's slapped?"
Lan Meiyu gasped sharply, her face burning.
"N-No… stop…"
Her eyes widened.
