The more the wound hurt, the clearer her mind became.
"Zhou Boliang, don't touch me!"
Ji Wei gritted her teeth and yanked hard on the bandage, making the pain even worse. She used this pain to keep herself clear-headed, so she wouldn't collapse, and picked up the lamp on the bedside table, hurling it violently at Zhou Boliang.
If it were before, encountering Zhou Boliang, she wouldn't be so resistant. But now things were different; what she wanted was Leng Yan. During this period, she couldn't afford to have any ambiguous relations with other men.
"You dare throw at me?!"
Zhou Boliang dodged, thinking he had evaded the lamp, but didn't expect it to hit the wall and bounce back, with several shards of glass hitting his forehead. Holding the painful spot, Zhou Boliang felt a murderous hatred towards Ji Wei.
