"Stop, I have something to say!" Jin Yun shouted, on the verge of collapse. When had she, such a proud woman, ever been beaten by others?
Now, a pair of delicate little feet trampled over her body as if she were a bluestone path, or rather, a punching bag.
Feng Wu and Shi Hao were certainly 'unreserved', heedless of any advice, zealously trampling their enemy, bouncing and jumping there with sweet smiles, walking back and forth over her.
Jin Yun was full of hatred, her face twisted. She felt that with each step they took, one more bone in her body would crack.
"What kind of look is that? Do you hate me?" Feng Wu asked, looking down.
The hatred is immense! Jin Yun wanted to shout loudly but didn't dare. She had already sobered up and no longer confronted them to avoid further pain.
"Feng Wu, there's no need to beat someone to death over a small misunderstanding. Let's put the past behind us, hurry up and get off," she forced herself to be as gentle as possible.
