Ou Zun pushed her onto the bed, instructing her not to move.
Then he started taking off her clothes.
His actions were somewhat rough, brushing against her arm. Her arm was already wounded and throbbed with pain.
"Uh... Brother Ou Zun, be gentle."
Ou Zun glimpsed at the distinct bruise that had swelled on her arm, his face darkened.
He didn't bother carefully removing her clothes anymore, instead, he forcefully tore it off. The ragged clothes she was wearing couldn't withstand such force.
When her fair back was exposed to the air.
Ou Zun clearly heard his own sharp intake of breath, his handsome face turned even darker.
Across the center of her fair, bare back was a bruise of about twenty centimeters long. The flesh there was swollen, darkened blood accumulated beneath.
The wound was horrifying to the eye.
