Chapter 9 - 7: Scum Should Die
Bravo, first time in my life being slapped by someone.
Fu Jichen’s face was as dark as water, he grasped the wrist of the culprit and held it tightly, his cold voice echoed in the room: "Look closely at who I am."
With her head burning and dazed, Shen Jianian could barely take in what he said.
"Get out. Scum, go die..." Her hand was restrained, but her legs were free, she kicked desperately and refused to give in, "Even if I die, I won’t let you succeed!"
Fu Jichen got kicked several times, one hit right between his legs, his lower abdomen tightened, he gasped, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.
He was kind enough to rescue someone, but instead of gratitude, he faced a beating. Even a saint would get angry, let alone someone who wasn’t particularly good-tempered.
Kicking off his slippers and onto the bed, Fu Jichen’s long legs straddled the girl’s body, suppressing her chaotic movements, his threatening words were filled with pressure: "Move again and I’ll throw you out, believe it?"
His voice was merciless, devoid of any warmth, yet Shen Jianian miraculously calmed down.
Because this voice had nothing to do with the lewd laughter of the demon in her memory.
The restless air settled back into silence, as the door was opened from outside, Zhou Rongzhen was stunned by the scene before entering, nearly unable to stop her steps.
The gentleman’s legs were spread apart, with an absolutely overwhelming posture, he was straddling either side of the injured girl’s body, his hand holding her slender, white wrists, his face close to hers, noses almost touching.
The disparity in their physiques was clear, like a mighty lion pinning down a small cat.
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