Because Sikong Jingqiu wanted to distract Haiyue, he was punched several times by Du Yunyan. His glasses were knocked off the bridge of his nose, fell to the ground, and were trampled to pieces. There were also several bruises on his handsome face...
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Afraid of causing Sikong Jingqiu to be beaten again, Hai Yue did not dare to step forward any more. She could only sit there helplessly, watching with fear.
They were still punching each other and kicking each other, both of them seemed to want to kill each other, beating each other hard.[
"I shouldn't have saved you in the first place!" Sikong Jingqiu roared angrily and punched Du Yunyan on the bridge of the nose, causing him to tilt his head.
"I don't care about your rescue at all!" Du Yunyan turned around, raised his eyebrows angrily, with blazing flames and unwillingness in his sharp eyes, and punched him back unceremoniously, roaring like a beast that had lost its target,
"If you weren't so troublesome, we... Haiyue and I would still be a happy couple, and we wouldn't be like what we are today!"
"No!" Sikong Jingqiu narrowed his eyes dangerously, with an unmistakable violence flashing in his ink-colored pupils. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Song Haiyue, who was sitting in the middle of the bed with an anxious face, and he hummed,
He punched Du Yunyan in the lower abdomen and affirmed, "No matter whether this young master is in trouble or not, between you and her -"
Sikong Jingqiu paused, turned his head and glanced at Haiyue, then came back to his senses and announced that he already knew the outcome. If anything unexpected happened, he said categorically: "There will be no outcome!"
"Really?" Du Yunyan was beaten so hard that he staggered back a few steps before he stood up. He covered his lower abdomen, which was aching from the beating, and raised his eyebrows in a sarcastic smile. He smiled in a strange way, revealing his white teeth.
Du Yunyan's smile just now, as if he had grasped something, gave Sikong Jingqiu an ominous premonition, and the hairs all over his body stood up in discomfort.
Sikong Jingqiu frowned, temporarily resisting the urge to step forward and punch Du Yunyan a few more times, and said with a cold face, "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Du Yunyan glanced at Song Haiyue with a smile, and said in a weird voice: "Want to know what I mean by this?"