Qiao Zhiyi stared at his hand, watching his posture as if he was ready to break her finger off.
She didn't even flinch, just quietly waited for his next move.
"You're not afraid?" Shi Jingzhou thought she would dodge, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't even fake a reaction.
Qiao Zhiyi glanced at her finger, "I don't have the heart to do it myself, otherwise I would have broken it already."
"..."
Shi Jingzhou was almost out of patience with her reactions tonight. No, it was more like he had a bellyful of anger with nowhere to vent.
He really wanted to see just how tough she was.
But in the end, he still couldn't bring himself to do it, and let go of her with a curse, "You're sick!" Then he strode back to the car.
Qiao Zhiyi pinched the finger he had hurt at the end, touched it, and felt half of her anger deflate.
Maybe from now on, he wouldn't bother her anymore.