Xi Zhan's subtext was very clear. The young nurse was frightened and turned pale. She had been kowtowing to beg for mercy, keeping her head banging on the floor. She was weeping beautifully and looked very pitiful. Normal men would be kind to her when they saw her like this, but Xi Zhan had done too many bloody things and he wouldn’t be softhearted because of this.
Moreover, Xi Zhan was a man of his words. He would never go back on his words. This time, she had kicked the iron plate. In addition, she seduced my man, and I naturally had no sympathy for her and simply did not help her or ask Xi Zhan to spare her.
The bodyguard went out of the room, dragging the nurse. I went over and pulled down the quilt from his body and threw it on the floor and took a new one from the closet.
"The quilt is full of her perfume."