An Ran hurriedly held Xiyan's arm and looked around nervously, "How is it? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Xiyan shook her head.
The two sexy women across the court visibly relaxed and said with a smile, "That's good. If you're okay, let's keep going."
A new round began.
Once again, the serve came from the two girls on the opposite side.
This time, it was another fierce spike that landed hard on Xiyan's calf.
Although the hit wasn't hard enough to cause an injury, it still stung.
An Ran glared at them, "You're doing it on purpose, right? Why do you keep aiming at her?"
"Sorry, we really didn't mean it..." The girls across the court feigned innocence. "It's volleyball—getting hit by the ball is totally normal."
Xiyan spoke up, "Whether you did it on purpose or not, I'm not playing anymore."
And with that, she turned and started to walk away to rest.
Unexpectedly, someone grabbed her arm, "Little missy, how can you just leave like this? You've got no sportsmanship at all."
