I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

A Ning reluctantly withdrew her leg, the recoil from her shinbone hitting the young man's arm causing her to frown slightly. She didn't look at him again, her gaze passing over him to Ling Xiao's face, a deliberately provocative look on her face. She raised her chin: "What kind of skill is it to be protected? Let's have a contest?"

She wasn't really angry. This was the first time in her life someone had pinched her cheek so unexpectedly; the feeling was so unfamiliar, so...bizarre. Ling Xiao, that kid, always acted unpredictably. He was like a stone suddenly thrown into a stagnant pond, creating ripples that she herself couldn't quite comprehend.

"Compare? Over here?" Ling Xiao's voice came from behind the young man, with a hint of exaggerated surprise, which then turned into a teasing tone that made people grit their teeth, "Compare what? Who can eat compressed biscuits faster~" He even deliberately shook the hard biscuit in his hand.

A vein throbbed on Ah Ning's forehead, and the anger she had just suppressed surged up again. How could this guy be so... annoying? She couldn't help but glance in Hei Xiazi's direction, thinking to herself, "You become like those you associate with."

Seeing A Ning's cold yet embarrassed gaze, Ling Xiao not only didn't back down, but instead took a half-step forward, a cheeky, roguish smile on his face, and pulled A Ning's hand to his face: "Are you really angry? If you're really angry, I'll give you a pinch~" His tone was just like coaxing a cat with its fur standing on end.

As she spoke, Ah Ning felt a sudden tightening on her wrist, followed by a warm touch that wasn't hers. Then, her hand was forcibly pulled closer to that grinning face! This sudden, almost shameless act was completely unexpected! The unfamiliar sensation of her cheek being pinched hadn't even faded, and now her hand was being grabbed and she was being forced to pinch the other person in return?!

"You—!" Ah Ning was instantly stunned, her mind blank for a moment. All the shame, anger, shock, and offense mixed with a strange panic rushed to her head with a "boom"! Her body instinctively stiffened, her eyes widened, and her cheeks and ears flushed red at a visible speed, even her neck was tinged with crimson. The word "Ling Xiao!!" was stuck in her throat, shrill and piercing with disbelief.

The young man's body tensed instantly, his eyes sharp as knives, but this time he didn't move. Because at the very instant Ling Xiao grabbed A Ning's wrist—

"Lingxiao!!"

Finally, Xie Yuhua couldn't bear it any longer and came over, pulling Ling Xiao away.

His long, strong fingers, like iron clamps, gripped Ling Xiao's wrist, the one holding A Ning, with precision and ruthlessness! The force was so great that Ling Xiao gritted his teeth; he felt as if his wrist bones were about to be crushed!

"Let me go!"

Xie Yuhua didn't give Ling Xiao any chance to breathe or explain. He grabbed Ling Xiao's wrist and yanked him towards him! The force was so great that Ling Xiao stumbled and almost fell, but whether intentionally or not, he ended up falling directly into Xie Yuhua's arms.

"Was it fun?" Xie Yuhua's voice was extremely low, carrying a terrifying calm before a storm. Every word was like ice shards ground from between her teeth, clearly hitting Ling Xiao's face.

These three words, though seemingly light, carried more weight than any roar.

Ling Xiao, however, seemed completely oblivious, raising his right hand and saying, "It hurts."

His wrist was already swollen and red, but he looked towards the horizon and continued to show his wrist, saying, "It hurts."