Yun Qingyi raised his hand without hesitation and slapped hard at the groping hand, snapping in shame and anger, "Ying Ming Hao, if you keep fooling around like this, don't blame me for showing you no mercy!"
Yet Ying Ming Hao paid no heed to Yun Qingyi's warning. Instead, a teasing smile appeared on his face as he challenged him. "Oh? And just how do you intend to 'show me no mercy'?"
Before he had even finished speaking, he caught Yun Qingyi off guard and gave him another hard squeeze, satisfaction written all over his face. There's no mistaking that feel. Those are exactly the pecs I've always dreamed of. If only I had them myself.
In an instant, shame and anger surged through Yun Qingyi's heart. His cheeks flushed as red as the evening clouds, looking even more ravishing than a woman's!
Unable to contain his humiliation and fury any longer, he let two sharp iron pokers slide swiftly from his sleeves into his hands, their tips gleaming coldly.
Then, with the speed of thunder striking before one could cover one's ears, he stabbed at Ying Ming Hao's waist, his movements swift and decisive.
A piercing scream suddenly rang out, as shrill and ugly as a pig being slaughtered.
Caught completely off guard, Ying Ming Hao had been viciously stabbed by Yun Qingyi's iron poker, and blood immediately streamed from his waist.
Clutching the wound in pain, he cried out, terror all over his face, "Fuck! Qing Yi, you actually mean it! Y-you... what are you doing? Stay back..."
With that, he turned and took off running. Yun Qingyi had no intention of letting him escape and raced after him, shouting that he would poke a thousand, ten thousand holes in him.
Seeing this, the ten Senior Sisters