Li Qiyu seemed to suddenly come to her senses, frantically pulling on her clothes.
Bo Yeyuan's hand tightly grasped her clothes, and he asked in a low voice, "Who is it?!"
"What does it matter to you who it was... Weren't you here just to mock me..." Li Qiyu's gaze was hollow and lifeless. Where was he when she was being assaulted? He showed up right after it happened. Was he watching her all along?
Li Qiyu stubbornly bit her lip to stop herself from crying, struggling to stand and walk forward.
Her leg bone felt like a cat's leg that had been broken. She was dragging herself, unable to walk, not minding crawling in front of him.
He liked to see her in a sorry state, her downfall—let him get his fill of it then.
