"Li Qiyu—why must you torment me like this?" Although he was the one tormenting her, it felt as if he was the one in greater agony. She always had the ability, with just a simple word or gesture, to push him to the brink of unbearable pain.
Li Qiyu's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her inability to break free from his embrace stirred up a sense of irritation in her, and she began to mechanically bash her head against the "obstacle" before her…
The injured forehead repeatedly hit against his solid chest, he felt no pain but rather a piercing agony in his heart.
The wound on Li Qiyu's forehead had just been treated with ointment and covered with gauze, but after several impacts, it split open, letting a trickle of deep-red blood seep out.
She exerted such force as if she had lost her sense of pain.
Bo Yeyuan suddenly released his grip, and Li Qiyu, attaining her freedom, moved past him and walked forward.
