Shu Qiqi closed her eyes in agony, biting her lips tightly.
The breath she imagined did not come closer.
"Bastard," an explosive snarl erupted.
When Shu Qiqi opened her eyes, she saw Leng Yize knocked down by a punch.
It was the first time she saw Leng Yichen get angry, to resort to violence.
Leng Yize reacted quickly but still couldn't dodge the second punch.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth right then and there.
Shu Qiqi bit her lower lip tightly, not saying a word.
"Stop it, what madness has taken you now? Tea sister, pull them apart for me."
The old lady's voice rang out timely.
Leng Yichen threw Leng Yize aside, turned back, lifted Shu Qiqi from the wheelchair, and strode away.
Unable to tell if it was grievance or pain, Shu Qiqi's tears dampened the man's shirt.
She was placed on the bed, and the man lifted her chin and kissed her lips fiercely, as if wanting to cleanse all the places that Leng Yize had tainted.