Huang Yu could not bring herself to call that hateful pretty boy to her face; she even wanted to punch him.
No, poke him.
She held grudges. The last time the two birds sparred, neither could best the other, and Tai An had pulled out all the stops to humiliate her during the fight—grabbing her chest, slapping her face, pulling her hair, and even poking her nostrils.
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