Xu Qiaoqiao’s soft whimpering gradually turned into a gut-wrenching, hysterical sob. "Please, don't hit me, please..."
The weak, panicked pleas for mercy echoed through the room like a steel blade, ruthlessly slicing through Mu Ci’s already bleeding heart.
His throat felt as if it were obstructed, leaving him in such bitter, unbearable pain that he could not even utter a word of comfort. His hand hung frozen in mid-air, his entire body stiff as an icy sculpture; for a long moment, he had no idea how to move.
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