"Shut up and lower your head. I'm disgusted by your ugly face. I don't even have the mood to beat you up." LAN Xinyu was very impatient with Teng Jiao's heart-wrenching screams. It was terrifying just to hear it. She kicked the scarred face hard.
Teng Jiao's head was kicked into the sand. When he raised his head, his mouth was filled with sand. His face, which had a large footprint, was filled with resentment. No interest? If you're not interested, can't you stop? do you think I want to be beaten up by you? Also, what do you mean by ugly face? if you didn't force me to shed my skin in advance, would my face become like this?
Teng Jiao was full of grievances and resentment. He really wished he could just kill himself in the sand. Unfortunately, the sand was too soft and he didn't even have the chance to kill himself.
