The Girl Come Back is Super (Nikita and Sheehan) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 I’m not interested in knowing about your family’s matter. 

She reached out and patted Nikita on the shoulder: “Sister Nikita…” 

However, before she could touch the girl, her wrist was pinched. 

The girl who has just been buried in a book raised her head, her beautiful and delicate face was very cold, and her eyes were freezing and alienated. 

Her aura was even more indifferent, as if saying that “I am in a bad mood, whoever makes me angry will die”. 

Such a strong aura made a group of boys who were secretly watching her quickly bow their heads like thieves. 

They dared not look her in the eye. 

Yvonne was pinched by her hand, and her face turned white, as if she were in great pain. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her voice was weak. “Sister Nikita, let me go, my hand hurts.” 

Nikita didn’t really pinch her hard. 

She looked at Yvonne acting in front of her with a straight face, and suddenly curved her lower lip, increasing her strength of her hand. 

This time, she pinched her wrist with some force. 

“Ah, it hurts!” Yvonne suddenly let out another cry. This time, her voice was not soft and weak, but sharp and harsh like a turkey that had been stepped on its foot. 

People around her were startled. 

Yvonne broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead. It was so painful that she even wanted to cry. 

Certainly, she pretended to be painful just now. 

But she didn’t expect Nikita to suddenly increase her strength. She felt that her hand was about to break. 

How painful her wrist was! 

Nikita didn’t mean to let go. Yvonne cried again in pain, and cold sweat fell from her forehead: “Nikita, let me go, let me go! My hand hurts, just let go!” 

“That’s OK?” Nikita looked at her who was seemingly going to faint, and let go of her hands in disgust. She also said in an indifferent tone, “I remember that I have told you-if you call me by such a disgusting name again, I will be rude to you.” 

“Did anyone steal your memory, and you couldn’t remember it?” 

Yvonne looked down and saw a red mark on her wrist. 

She knew that many people around them were watching. 

She blushed at once, wiped her tears with the hand that Nikita had pinched out a circle of red fingerprints, and said wrongly, “Nikita, how can you do this? I came to see you because I was worried about you. What have I done to you? Why did you treat me like this?”