Pain could awaken a person's fighting spirit. It could also make a man temporarily forget to cherish delicate flowers and turn him into a ruthless flower-crusher. Hu Xiaotian raised his foot and kicked Le Yao viciously in the lower abdomen. Soft as jade and delicate as a blossom, she could hardly withstand that kick and went flying. Then Hu Xiaotian raised his right hand, seized Murong Feiyan by the throat, and squeezed hard. It's not that I'm heartless-you two bit far too viciously! This is self-defense. If I don't put my foot down now, I'll lose my life!
The pain of his grip pierced Murong Feiyan to the heart, actually restoring a little of her clarity in that instant. Seeing his hand still clamped tightly around her neck, she was both mortified and frantic. She raised her delicate fist and smashed it straight into the bridge of his nose. In her shame and anger, she showed little mercy; the punch carried her full strength.
The punch sent Hu Xiaotian toppling backward, and the back of his head struck the floor with a thud! He was dazed, though fortunately he had not passed out. On second thought, passing out might have been better. Blood poured from his nose. This was precisely when his extraordinary composure and coolness in a crisis came into their own. Even if he had not fainted, he had to pretend he had. Only playing unconscious could get him through this.
Hu Xiaotian had been vicious enough himself just now. He had squeezed Murong Feiyan's neck so painfully that she still had not recovered. Initially, her humiliation had turned to fury, and she had wanted nothing more than to hack this wretch, who had taken advantage of her vulnerability to molest her, to death. But seeing him lying