The old-fashioned street lamp, made of wrought iron, was cool to the touch and intricately decorated.
As Feng Chengjin's back was forcefully slammed for the third time, his head made a "bang" sound as it struck the ground.
This kind of pain made Gu Zixuan's heart clench instantly, and as she looked at Feng Chengjin, she had an urge to rush over and check on him.
However...
Watching Feng Chengjin rubbing the back of his head in pain, and his strong chest, yet struggling to stand steadily.
She was afraid, truly afraid that if she went over, Feng Chengjin would seize the opportunity to pull her into his arms again, and she would soften her heart.
So, pressing her lips together, Gu Zixuan closed her eyes amidst the ripples in her eyes, and said coldly, "You asked for this!"
Then she turned around and quickly went upstairs.
Gu Zixuan left rapidly, and for Feng Chengjin, who finally recovered from the intense dizziness, in this moment his heart truly turned cold and pained.
