Before Luan Yi's words even finished, a harsh wind seemingly blew past her, and with a crisp sound, her left cheek received a solid slap.
"Shut your dog mouth." Gu Qili's slap was swift and fierce, the palm still carrying the sting of a burn. She stared at Luan Yi's quickly swelling cheek, warning her word by word, "If you can't keep your mouth in check, don't blame me for hitting you every time I see you."
"Gu Qili, you barbarian." Luan Yi never expected her to actually hit her. Her eyes reddened like heated branding irons. How dare she, how dare she?
Gu Qili just smiled coldly in response to her shocked gaze, "You know well that I can slap you without bearing any responsibility. If I want to, I can do it as I please. The reason, you understand."
After saying this, Gu Qili turned around, placed the changed clothes into her own locker, locked it, and then left the changing room.
