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Kana charged at Ivy Qin.
At the same time, I ran toward Kana.
She probably never expected someone like me to get involved.
My chest hurt—a small knife was stuck in it, but it hadn’t hit anything vital.
I forced a smile and gripped her hand tightly, not letting her pull back, even pulling it in deeper.
Gritting my teeth, I gave this demon girl a taunting smile:
“Hope you enjoy your life in prison.
“As for Ryan Lee, I’ll make sure he’s happy.”
All those nights of practice weren’t wasted—my calculations were spot on. I even managed to spit a mouthful of blood right in her face.
The crowd around us started to panic.
But what surprised me most was
Ivy Qin, dressed in an elegant princess gown, suddenly ripped off her skirt and moved with the agility of a movie assassin.
She sprinted over and delivered a flying kick that knocked Kana to the ground.
Several undercover police officers rushed in and pinned the struggling girl.
Ryan caught me, half-kneeling, carefully cradling me in his arms.
His eyes were red.
When I tried to speak, blood welled up at the corner of my mouth. “Oh no, you’re crying.”
Ryan wiped the blood away, scolding fiercely, “Shut up. Say one more word and I’ll kiss you.”
I struggled to breathe. “Ryan, do you still like me?”
He lowered his head, kissing me again and again on the top of my head.
I felt something warm and wet drip onto my cheek.
“I do.”
“Lily Wang, from the first time we met until now—
“You’re my favorite.”