C142 Chapter 142

Bai Nuochu, like she’d finally snapped and stopped caring, reached up with her free hand and pinched his palm hard, snarling, “If you hate me that much, then let me go! Gu Lijue, what are you—some kind of masochist?!”

Still not satisfied, Bai Nuochu lunged forward and bit his hand.

Gu Lijue’s head hurt, his eyes hurt, and now his hand hurt, too.

Watching Bai Nuochu act like she had rabies