Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit
The slap resounded loudly throughout the entire courtyard house.
One could tell that it had definitely caused extreme pain just from the sound.
The tanned and brawny man didn’t expect that the beautiful lady before him could actually slap him so viciously. It was as if his spirit had been slapped out of him—he was stunned for a long moment before he clasped a hand to his face and spat out with gritted teeth, “Hell, you actually dared to hit—”
Once again, before the tanned and brawny man could finish his words, Lin Jiayi was already raising her hand, and ‘pah pah’, two more red handprints appeared on his face.
This time, without even giving the tanned and brawny man the chance to react, she sent a kick right at his abdomen. After knocking him down, she rushed forward to give him a good pummeling without a care for his many companions nearby.
It was only after the tanned and brawny man started howling from the pummeling that his companions finally recovered from the shock of Lin Jiayi’s overwhelming strength. They immediately charged towards Lin Jiayi as a group.
Upon seeing this sight, Shi Yao instinctively shouted, “Sis Jiayi!”
She wanted to remind Lin Jiayi to be careful, but before she could say the words “be careful”, Lin Jiayi had already taken off her troublesome high heels. Holding a shoe in each hand, she imposingly ran towards the crowd of men.
Regardless of who was standing before her, as soon as she caught one in her grasp, she would smash that long and slender high heel on the other party’s head. Before long, numerous cries of agony filled the courtyard house.
Compared to Shi Yao’s worry and shock, Lin Jiage was visibly more composed.
Rubbing his aching back as he rose to his feet, he turned to Shi Yao and asked, “Are you okay?”
Shi Yao nodded obediently. She managed to tear her attention away from Lin Jiayi back to Lin Jiage and asked worriedly, “Are you okay? Are your wounds serious?”
As she asked, she gently reached out to touch Lin Jiage’s body.
Her hands were small and gentle. Even though his shirt separated her touch and his skin, he still felt a tickling yet numbing sensation on his body.
Just like that, Lin Jiage’s initial response of “I’m fine” froze within his throat.
The gaze which he directed at her gradually grew unnatural, and even the tip of his ears began to burn.
After Shi Yao confirmed that there weren’t any bleeding wounds on Lin Jiage’s body, she finally withdrew her hand. At this point, Lin Jiage seemed to suddenly recall something. He turned his head toward Lin Jiayi—who was still delightfully venting her excess energy—and said, “Hey, don’t touch that long-haired guy. Leave him to me…”
Lin Jiayi took a look at the few remaining men who could hold themselves up, and her gaze finally fell on the long-haired man whom Lin Jiage seemed to be referring to.
A second later, she raised her feet and kicked that long-haired man to the ground.
Witnessing his sister kick him down, Lin Jiage exclaimed, “Hey hey! Didn’t I tell you not to touch that guy? Stop it…”
But as if she couldn’t hear Lin Jiage’s words, Lin Jiayi lifted the up long-haired man again and smashed her fist powerfully into his face.
Amidst the groans of pain coming out from the long-haired man, Lin Jiage bellowed through gritted teeth, “Lin Jiayi, you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?! Didn’t I tell you to leave him to me?”
The moment Lin Jiage finished his words, Lin Jiayi carried out a dashing one-armed shoulder throw and smashed the long-haired man onto the ground, rendering him incapable of standing up.
Then, as she turned around to settle the final three remaining men, she calmly shot a glance at Lin Jiage and replied, “Ah, my bad. You should have asked earlier.”