Ye Qingxian wrapped both arms around my calf.
Beneath the hem of my Plain Silk Skirt, my legs were taut and fair.
Now Ye Qingxian had inexplicably grabbed me from behind. My whole body stiffened; I could feel her cheek pressed against my leg. I stammered, "You, Ye! Let go of me!"
When she ignored me,
I lifted my leg, ready to stomp down, but couldn't bring it down.
Because Ye Qingxian had wrapped her arms around the foot I'd lifted, too.
My face was turning redder by the second. I ground out a few words through clenched teeth.
"Right now. Let go. This instant!"
Ye Qingxian looked utterly meek, but her grip was ironclad.
She wasn't letting go! Not if they killed her!
Ye Qingxian wasn't stupid. She knew that if she let go, she'd lose Junior Sister.
So what if everyone thought she was shameless? At least this was a last-ditch way to get what she wanted.
I was furious.
How could I not react when someone was holding my calf?
And the worst part! She was holding on so tightly! No matter how I tried to pull my leg away, she wouldn't let go.
"Junior Sister, just beat me up and vent your anger."
Ye Qingxian repeated her apology, looking pitiful.
"I'm guilty."
"Are you crazy? Why would I hit you? Hurry up and let go of me!" My face was flushed. I was still furious, and I couldn't listen to a word she said.
I'd wanted to calm down by myself for a while, but Ye Qingxian had interrupted me. Now my mind was filled with the image I sensed through my spiritual awareness: Ye Qingxian holding on to me like this.
It was clearer than looking in a mirror.
This was beyond mere embarrassment.
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