Xun Zhouxing, addicted to indulgence, could hardly bear the force of Pei Yu's blow. He was struck dumb for a moment, his head spinning and swelling, unable to react. He still resorted to his usual excuses to exonerate himself, "I really didn't——"
"Bang!"
His abdomen was violently kicked, and the excessive force sent Xun Zhouxing flying. He crashed heavily against the TV cabinet, convulsed uncontrollably a couple of times, and curled up, crying out nonstop.
"I was wrong, I really was," Xun Zhouxing gasped in pain, begging for mercy nonstop, not daring to utter another word of excuse, "I can apologize, I will go abroad, and never come back…"
His eyelids smeared with blood, vision blurry, Xun Zhouxing heard the sound of Pei Yu's approaching footsteps amidst the continuous ringing in his ears. He curled up even tighter, not daring to lift his head, repeating those words that might make Pei Yu's anger subside.
