Beatrice clenched her fists and roared, "Get up!"
Feng Yuncheng vaguely heard Beatrice's shout. His hand, which was hanging on the cushion, moved with great effort. Gradually, he began to regain his vigor.
Feng Yuncheng blinked and gritted his teeth as he tried his best to stand up again.
He struggled to turn over, but before he could stand up, he fell down again.
Feng Yuncheng refused to accept his fate and tried again. This time, before Feng Yuncheng could stand up, his collar was grabbed tightly by a pair of hands covered in scars and calluses.
Those hands weren't as delicate as a woman's. They were scrawny, and every finger was filled with strength.
These should be a man's hands.
But they belonged to Beatrice.
