Before My Withering [枯萎之前]

Chapter 12

Through the deep and narrow corridor, Qi Shu twisted the innermost door and threw me in.

Fortunately, the floor of the room was covered with a long woolen carpet. It didn't hurt when I fell down.

"Looks like yesterday's lesson wasn't enough, you still have the strength to be slutty."

Qi Shu took off his tie and threw it away. He then kicked me on my side waist.

"You've grown up, even dared to seduce Zhou Chen."

The kick was so powerful that I curled up in pain, not doubting that if it had been a little more off, he would've broken my ribs.

"No..." The drilling pain made me struggle to even complete a sentence, "It's not... what you think.... "

"No?"

Qi Shu stepped on my shoulder and flipped me over, so I could face him. "Exchanging flirty glances in front of me, do you think I'm blind?"

I didn't know if it's for physical or psychological reasons. My heart twinged, as if a sharp blade stabbed me one at a time. In and out.

Why does he never believe me?

"Xiao Yu, why are you so cheap?"

The hard sole of his shoe almost broke my collarbone. I clenched my teeth to keep myself from screaming out in pain.

"No..."

My defense didn't make any difference. Qi Shu still spared no effort to humiliate me with the most unpleasant words.

"You stick to an alpha when you see one. What's the difference between you and a female animal in heat?"

"No wonder you're so anxious to leave me. Heh, Zhou Chen, Wen Yan, and the one surnamed Xu. How many more people do I not know?"

"It's hard for you if no one's fucked you for a day, right? You don't see your ghastly self in the mirror? Do you think that someone will want a cheap, rotten bitch who's been badly played with?"

....

It hurts...

How come it hurts so much?

I didn't know if it's because of what he said. I just knew that I was a blind fool ×.

Qi Shu still hadn't vented his anger. He kicked me specifically in the vulnerable places. Our physical strength was very different. If he wanted to torture me, I could only endure.

I protected my belly and tried my best to get up. Kneeling on the floor with my hands propped up, I bent over and gasped for breath.

There was the fishy sweetness of blood in my throat. My lip also had bite marks.

Everything in front of my eyes were blurry, as if someone had installed a high-powered motor in my head, and the roar was deafening.

Every part of my body ached.

At some point I even felt that my soul was trying to break away from my physical body. They were tearing each other apart, neither wanting to spare the other.

The spirit pleaded, please let me go.

The flesh laughed and shook its head. No, you must stay and suffer with me.

I coughed violently.

My lungs felt like they were on fire, and every cough was a burning pain.

Heart hurts, stomach hurts.