NanGong Qian Feng had assumed that, back when she had been struck by the Soul Severing Needle and unable to move properly, that was why this little thief had been able to take advantage of her. She had never believed that, if she truly fought him, he would have any room to resist.
So when he effortlessly dodged her hand chop, she was startled as well.
Realizing she had been discovered, NanGong Qian Feng had just wanted to pull away, but it was already too late.
Smack—
Her wrist was tightly seized by the bastard before her, before she could even react.
Pff—
A palm carrying force pressed against NanGong Qian Feng's front, a very full-handed strike.
Though it did not compare to Yu Ye, the overly abundant sensation still made Ji Qinglin stop his follow-up attacks. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked back.
NanGong Qian Feng was left at a loss by the sudden turn of events. Their eyes met, and for a moment, both stood frozen in place without moving.
"Qian Feng?"
Ji Qinglin had not expected to run into her here. But recalling his previous guess, she really did seem to work for a major company.
NanGong Qian Feng's face burned with shame and fury, her crimson eyes seemingly ready to spit fire. She swung a slap at him, and Ji Qinglin hurriedly withdrew the hand still savoring its lingering warmth to catch it. "What are you doing? Throwing hands the moment we meet? I didn't do anything!"
Both her hands restrained, NanGong Qian Feng struggled to break free as she snapped, "And you still dare say that! Just now, just now—!"
"Just now, you were clearly the one who launched a sneak attack first. I was only defending myself passively, and didn't you come out