"SiSi…please, don't!" Kevin pleads as he tightens his grips on SiSi.
"You deserve that!" Sisi retrieves her knee from Kevin groin, leaving him in a folded, groaning mess on the landing, before barging into the lounge and punching me with her stare.
"What I need to know?" I ask, apprehensively.
What do I need to know now?
She throws Kevin a filthy look when he appears at the lounge door with grasping his groin. I'm left wondering why Kevin looking so painful when it's SiSi that's just kicked him in the balls.
She points at the chair aggressively, silently demanding him to sit. He limps over, lowering himself on a painful hiss.
"Wei Lin, Feng Teng on his way over," she tells me calmly.
I don't know why she chooses this tone. It's not going to calm me not at all.
My body shaking in fear tremendously.
I gasp, looking at Kevin sat in the chair, refusing to meet my eyes.
So he didn't bother to tell me that?
