"You want to let me go?"
Han Qian looked utterly shocked.
Then she sneered, "Are you pitying me? I don't need your pity. You're no different from them, bastard! Beast! Don't think that letting me go will make me grateful to you. I hate you to death, and when I get the chance, I'll personally cut off your thing!"
As she spoke, she glanced at that bulge in the crotch with a face full of hatred.
"Whatever, just come at me!"
Xia Bei glanced at Yating on the sofa.
"Ha!"
Han Qian sneered, stood up, but she was too weak. Her lower part was severely swollen, and she almost fell, "I didn't want to hurt her. I just hate men! Especially beasts like you, scum! Don't touch me! I don't need your pity. Just wait, one day I'll castrate you!"
She pushed away Xia Bei's hand, muttering with hatred.
Then weakly grabbed a tissue, wiped the blood from between her legs, and struggled to put her clothes on and left.
