He wasn't a man—no, he wasn't even human.
Clutching her forehead, where a lump almost as large as a dragon horn had risen, Ao Qiong cried from the pain.
Aggrieved—too aggrieved.
She had never been this aggrieved in her life.
She had been beaten to tears.
From childhood to adulthood, not even her father had ever hit her like this.
Yes, she had taken off her own clothes. Yes, she had shown a thoroughly unladylike side of herself.
But being unreasonable, crying and screaming, threatening to hang herself—wasn't that a woman's privilege? And the prettier the woman, the greater that right, wasn't it?
Where was your gentlemanly demeanor? Your modesty, elegance, radiant sunshine?
Had a dog eaten it?
When she pounced on him in fury, what greeted her was not a flustered apology, nor embarrassed awkwardness, but a counterattack like raging waves.
He beat her senseless on the spot.
Once she came back to herself, Ao Qiong naturally grew even angrier, even more frantic, and then—
That bastard truly showed no mercy at all. He hit her three times in a row, each blow heavier than the last.
I'm a woman!~
What drove Ao Qiong most mad was not that she had been hit, but that she actually could not beat him.
The first time she charged at him, she had mostly wanted to vent. Though he had beaten her senseless, that had only been because she was unprepared, her skills were still on cooldown, and she had been caught off guard.
So when she went at him a second time, she got serious. She unleashed her strongest True Dragon power and displayed the peerless fleshly body of the dragon race.
Then she got beaten again.
As for the third time, she undoubtedly went all out. She directly awakened her