"Stinking bitch, still daring to look down on me. At the beginning, all I did was touch your hand, and you had people break my legs. I was bedridden for a long time. Now it's time for you to make amends," Arhat snarled viciously, backhanding Wen Rou with a slap.
The strength of a man weighing over 180 pounds is naturally not weak, and Wen Rou's face soon swelled.
The slap somewhat cleared the drunkenness from Wen Rou, and she became much more sober. Naturally, she could not bear Arhat's touch any longer, and she struggled fiercely.
"Let go of me! Who gave you the courage?"
"Do you know who I am?"
Arhat's grip loosened slightly, and he erupted into laughter, "I know, the silly woman who got involved with the Third Prince..."
"But now, the Third Prince has lost interest in you."
Seizing the opportunity when Arhat was less attentive, Wen Rou twisted her body and managed to break free from his grasp.
Arhat didn't mind, enjoying the fun of playing a cat-and-mouse game.
