Chapter 61 - I’ll Send You Up To The Sky (1/2)

Shen Qianshu was infuriated. Little brother and Tong Hua were her soft spots. Even a little hurt her.

Little brother was even more of a taboo; even mentioning him was unacceptable. Yet, Lin Xuan kept calling him a ‘bastard.’ Shen Qianshu had wanted to beat him up for a long time.

Yet, she glared with her eyes wide open as a dark shadow appeared from behind Lin Xuan, pulling Lin Xuan by the collar and forcing him to turn around. A punch landed on his chin, and a kick landed on his pelvis, throwing Lin Xuan two meters away.

Shen Qianshu said, “… Master?”

Ye Ling was like a devil in the darkness. He turned around to look at Shen Qianshu, pointed at her, and scolded. “Are you deaf? Are you mute? Standing there silently while someone insults you, and even dragging my little princess along with the insults? Do you believe that I will beat you up too!”

Definitely!

All of the devil’s hair was about to stand upright.

With plenty of fight in him and that murderous expression, she believed his words.

Lin Xuan was kicked to the ground by him and could not get up. Ye Ling felt that it was not enough, so he went over and kicked him hard. He kicked him hard on the chest, and Lin Xuan spat blood out. He grabbed his legs with both hands and was in so much pain that his face was sinister.

Ye Ling was outraged. “Bastard, who are you insulting? If you throw in another insult, I’ll send you up to the sky!”

Lin Xuan was stepped on to the extent that he could not speak a single word. His two hands grabbed tightly onto his legs. If Ye Ling increased his strength, he would break Lin Xuan’s rib cage.

“A loser who bullies the weak and fears the strong!” Ye Ling gave him a karate chop. “You wouldn’t even be qualified to be a slave who washes my feet. Who allowed you to touch me?”

Are my noble feet ones that you can touch?

Lin Xuan squealed in pain. Shen Qianshu was afraid that lives would be lost, and she hurriedly stopped him. Ye Ling wanted to kick him again, but Shen Qianshu hugged him tightly by his waist. Her cheeks pressed against his thin white shirt, and his warm back could be felt.

A crisp fragrance came through: something warm, nice-smelling, and soft was on his back. Ye Ling lowered his head and saw the pair of weak and little soft, pale hands. He moved his head slightly and saw Shen Qianshu tilting her head up. She was staring at him with the face of a young married woman. The only thing missing were the words written on her face.

Master, speak… nicely.

Don’t go crazy!