"If Wei Jingjing weren't a woman, he would certainly have slapped her a few more times, to clear her mind.
Holding her sore face, Wei Jingjing, with her eyes red, said in disbelief:
"You hit me! You hit me for that despicable girl! I knew it—when you smiled at her just now, it was because you fancied her! You actually fancy a girl who hasn't even reached maturity, Xuanyuan Bei, you are truly disgraceful!"
"Slap!" Another slap landed.
Xuanyuan Bei clenched his fists, wishing he could strangle her to death.
How could he have such a cousin, such a shameful relative!
Xuanyuan Nan knew that this time, Wei Jingjing had really made a mess of things.
If she kept speaking without restraint, it was possible that his older brother would beat her to death.
He grabbed her wrist firmly and said in a deep voice, "Jingjing, leave this place with me!"
