Han Qi looked up in shock.
The girl stood against the backlight, wearing a white shirt that glowed with a soft light. Her hair tied up into a small bun, with a curved strand hanging by her temples, accentuating her delicate and lovely face. The light in her eyes as she looked down was smiling, yet it was colder than the wind at night.
In a daze, Han Qi forgot to cry out in pain. Such a Nan Jiaojiao was incredibly enticing.
The rising anger vanished in an instant, and he even bit his lip theatrically, saying, "Little fairy, do you really intend to cripple me?"
Nan Jiaojiao laughed, "Goodnight."
Damn, at least say goodnight.
That was what he had said ten minutes ago.
It was a slap in the face.
Nan Jiaojiao left him there and walked away. She had used a clever technique, which she had learned in prison dealing with extremely vicious criminals. She knew numerous ways to torment a person without leaving visible damage, but internally causing severe harm.