The fist, mercilessly smashing into An Yichen's face.
But he kept holding Chen Zhi tightly, not dodging at all.
"Thud—" A ruthless punch landed on his face, his lips instantly splitting, blood flowing profusely.
"Ah— Stop!" An's mother froze for a second before screaming out.
"Let her go!" Si Ye roared, throwing another punch at An Yichen.
The man still did not dodge, his nose bleeding from the blow, yet he didn't even furrow his brow.
He would not let go of Chen Zhi, because her hands were still around his body, her teeth still biting into his shoulder.
As long as Chen Zhi didn't let go, neither would he!
Si Ye's eyes turned blood-red with rage, a fury burning fiercely in his heart, he truly wanted to kill An Yichen to quell the hatred in his heart.
He reached out to pull Chen Zhi's hands from An Yichen, but Chen Zhi's grip was strong; even with all his strength, he couldn't make her let go.
This damned woman!
