Mo Siyu stood at the door, his hair a tangled ss, shirtless, with his pants haphazardly thrown on. His whole expression was like a wilted eggplant, completely withered. When he saw the two entering, he slightly lifted his head, sothing flickering in his eyes, lips slightly parted as if wanting to say sothing, yet not knowing how to begin.
Seeing this scene, Yu Zexiao hadn’t even entered the door when he swung a fierce punch straight into Mo Siyu’s face!
"Bastard!" He punched with force while wearing a mask, knocking Mo Siyu to the ground with just one blow!
He was really angry! Angry at how he could do sothing so extre! And beyond anger, he felt so disappointnt, and even more, worry.
With things as they were, how could he plead for Mo Siyu, or how could Jian Anning face others!
In his heart he knew, the worse he beat Mo Siyu now, the more Zhao Ziyin and Jian Anning could vent their anger!
Mo Siyu was knocked down by his punch, blood imdiately gushed from his nose, and he looked extraordinarily miserable. Without saying much, he stood up silently, leaning against the corridor wall. Yu Zexiao kicked him hard to the ground again, then without a word jumped on him to beat him: "You’re simply a bastard! How could you do sothing like this!"
His punches fell one after another on his body, Mo Siyu, who usually had such a sharp tongue, was stunned into silence by the beating, not even attempting to dodge.
On one side, Yu Zexiao was hitting with all his might, while on the other, Jian Anning couldn’t care less about Mo Siyu, rushing straight inside. As soon as she entered the hotel room, she was dumbfounded.
The floor was strewn with tattered pieces of clothing, on the big bed, Zhao Ziyin clutched the white bedsheet, curling into a small ball in the corner. Her eyes were slightly swollen from crying, staring straight ahead, pupils unfocused, her complexion overly pale—and on her cheek was a huge, lingering slap mark!
Not only that, on the parts of her body not covered by the white bedsheet, faint bruises were visible. One could imagine the great agony she had suffered before!
Bastard, bastard, such a bastard! Jian Anning’s emotions, which had been cald by Yu Zexiao, exploded once more. Both distressed and furious, she hurried forward, softly calling her na: "Ziyin..."
Zhao Ziyin didn’t react at all, her entire being like a plaster statue, completely frozen.
Seeing her in this state, a surge of bitterness and pity welled up in Jian Anning’s heart, without saying more, she quickly stepped forward, covering the exposed parts of her body with the clothes she brought, softly calling again: "Ziyin..."
This ti, Zhao Ziyin seed to finally show a bit of reaction. Her head slowly turned, and after a long while, her gaze settled on Jian Anning’s face. Under the dim light, Jian Anning saw her lower lip had been bitten until it bled, her complexion and lips frightfully pale, making her vacant eyes stand out even more starkly. Yet the other side of her face was swollen from the slap, shiny black hair stuck to her sweat-drenched cheeks, making her look extrely pitiful.
"Ziyin, don’t scare !" Jian Anning imdiately hugged her, bursting into tears herself, "Ziyin, don’t be like this, speak up! Whatever it is, say it, don’t keep it bottled up like this..."
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