In the darkness, another slap came against the strong wind.
He felt it keenly and struck quickly, grabbing Shengge's wrist, getting up and turning on the bedside table lamp.
Looking back again, I saw Shengge's red and manic eyes.
You're sick again, what's going on?
While he was confused, Shengge kicked him, and he dodged sideways. With their kung fu skills, they started fighting directly on the bed.
However, Ji Yuting only defended but did not attack, and Shengge only attacked but did not defend.
In terms of kung fu, even though Shengge was in a manic state, Ji Yuting's skills were always better than hers, and there was an even greater disparity in strength between men and women.
How long did it last?
After ten minutes of fighting, Shengge suddenly got out of bed and manically picked up the bedside table lamp to smash it.
"Shengsheng, farewell!"
Ji Yuting was stunned. Why did he change his strategy?
He quickly went over to grab it, but was a step too late.
Snap——
The desk lamp hit the corner of the table and was smashed to pieces with a loud bang.
The flying glass shards cut Shengge's calf, but she felt no pain at all. Her scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent.
It seemed that he only had one thought, wanting to see blood.
She picked up the broken and sharp bedside lamp and pointed it directly at Ji Yuting's heart.
Ji Yuting spun around and nimbly knocked the murder weapon from her hand from the side.
"Honey, don't use such a deadly weapon. We can just fight each other twice."
His tone was helpless, but Shengge, in a manic state, had no idea what he was talking about.
Those eyes were extremely fierce, and she tried hard to break free from his restraints, then turned around and smashed bottles and cans on the dressing table.
Ji Yuting noticed in advance that she was looking that way, and quickly stopped her in front of her.
"Honey, don't smash things. If they break, you'll get hurt. You'd better hit me. I won't hide anymore and let you vent, okay?"
Shengge's eyes were sinister, and she waved her hand towards his face again.
Seeing that another slap was about to come down, Ji Yuting raised his arm to block it, and said sadly and helplessly: "It's better not to slap me in the face. It won't look good if it breaks your appearance."
Shengge had no sense of dominance at all, so she waved her left hand towards his face again.
He stopped again, his mind running rapidly for solutions.
Don't hit Shengsheng on the back of the head, don't let Shengsheng smash things, don't let Shengsheng hit her in the face.
He forgot to ask Yi Ziming for two injections of sedatives last night, so he could have them in case of an emergency.
what to do......
He was thinking crazily in his mind about what Yi Ziming said last night.
Within seconds, he made a quick decision.
He quickly picked up a belt from the coat rack and stuffed it into the Sheng singer, "Here, hit me and vent."
The corners of Shengge's mouth curved in a sickly manner, and she swung the belt sharply and hit him head and face.
Ji Yuting stood without hiding, protecting his head and face with one hand and his legs with the other to prevent him from being accidentally injured and losing his eternal happiness.
The belt roared like a storm, constantly throwing it on his back, waist, arms, chest, buttocks, legs...
Except for the covered areas, every part of the body was in overwhelming pain.
Ji Yuting gritted his teeth and endured it, silently bearing it, acting as a human sandbag.
Whoosh——
Whoosh——
The sound of breaking wind kept ringing, cutting through the silence of the dark night, and it sounded horrifying and terrifying from a distance.