"I don't want to talk, either act or let me go," she said, her voice filled with indifference as she leaned against his chest.
"I thought you had learned your lesson. Apparently not." Third Young Master Jun growled, grabbing her shoulders tightly. He was about to hurl more sarcasm at her when he heard her soft cry of pain and felt dampness under his hand.
He was all too familiar with the smell of blood. His pupils shrank in instant apprehension and he hastily turned on the light.
What met his eyes was a body covered in wounds, as if cruelly pummeled by stones. Bruises, swollen and blotched in purples and greens, mottled her skin. Unwiped blood marked her forehead and the corner of her mouth was swollen.
She was like a pitiful little deer that had been cruelly treated, without a patch of unharmed skin. She didn't even have the strength to stand, weakly lying in his arms.
Seeing those serious injuries, Third Young Master Jun felt his heart constrict with indignant rage.
