Qiao Anxin reached out and slowly ran her fingers up Gong Zeli’s thigh, hinting at him.
She leaned towards him as she spoke.
She didn’t believe it.
Which man in the world could reject a woman who was so proactive towards him?
Moreover, this woman was rather good-looking.
And she looked like the woman he liked.
Qiao Anxin was sure that Gong Zeli wouldn’t push her away this time.
“Ah!”
Just as she was about to lean on Gong Zeli, she suddenly screamed and was kicked to the ground.
Gong Zeli took out his handkerchief and wiped the area she’d touched with disgust. His expression was full of disgust as if his legs were stained with something unbearable.
Her expression was still awful as she panted heavily. Sweat rolled down her forehead, and her face was as pale as a ghost.
“Miss, do you need me to get a car to drive you to the hospital? You don’t look too well. Are you alright?” The waiter glanced at her, worried that she would faint in their clubhouse.
Qiao Anxin didn’t say anything. She leaned against the wall and panted for a while before raising her pale face and saying weakly, “No need, I’ll be fine after resting for a while.”
“Alright, then.” The waiter looked at her and then at the private room behind her. He then said, “If you need anything, let me know. I can get a car for you.”
Qiao Anxin nodded weakly.
The waiter didn’t bother about her anymore and turned to do his own thing.
Qiao Anxin leaned against the wall, her chest still hurting. Thinking of Gong Zeli’s kick, her already pale face seemed even paler. Her face was like a thin layer of paper, almost transparent.
Fear could be seen in her eyes.
She couldn’t help but tremble.
She’d heard of how temperamental Gong Zeli was, but she’d never expected him to be so cruel.
He actually kicked her.
She almost fainted from the pain.
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