Qin Shuang subconsciously raised her arm to shield her face.
At the same time, a hand grabbed her arm, yanked her forcefully out of Luo Xingyu's grasp, and enveloped her tightly within an embrace—
The sulfuric acid, crazily flung by Luo Xingyu in a fit of madness, was meant for the face of Qin Shuang, who he had a grip on. Yet just at that moment, as Qin Shuang was forcefully pulled away, his body leaned forward, causing most of the acid to splash onto his own face and neck. Some also landed on the back of the person shielding Qin Shuang.
All this happened too swiftly, too suddenly, the entire incident unfolding in less than ten seconds.
Luo Xingyu certainly didn't expect that at such a close distance to Qin Shuang, in what he thought was a failproof situation, a deviation would occur at the critical moment.
What's worse, as the sulfuric acid landed on his face, corroding his flesh with alarming speed, the pain finally brought a measure of clarity to his muddled mind.