Li Qiao's jawbone was gripped in the man's hand, she closed her eyes, feeling utterly helpless.
Alright then, his paranoia had flared up again, accompanied by a tendency toward violence. Would she end up crushed by him tonight?
Li Qiao caught his wrist, her thumb continuously stroking his skin, "Don't be angry, it won't happen again."
Shang Yu pressed down his handsome face, close to hers, "You say that every time."
At this moment, Li Qiao found the man before her very unfamiliar.
Those bloodshot eyes, the sinister expression, and his obstinate ideas, all were dramatically different from his usual demeanor.
But you can't reason with someone suffering from paranoia about right and wrong.
Because the pain he endured was equally unfathomable to outsiders.
Li Qiao hung her head, her lips turning pale. In the blink of an eye, she gave up struggling and looked back at Shang Yu with a soft approach, "It hurts, can you be gentler, please?"
