Li Qiyu couldn't pull away, his heavy weight pressed down on her, and she began to hit him, fiercely pounding on his shoulders and back—with each strike she held back from using her full strength. He didn't move an inch.
His hurtful words pushed her away; each sentence was cruel, so much so that she herself felt it was too shattered...
"Bo Yeyuan, you are the most incapable, most useless man I've ever met. When you lose your temper, it's only taken out on women—what use do I have for you?"
"Handsome, but just a shell. What good are you to me?"
"You're also perverse and scum. The words you speak never come true—your love is just like passing gas... When you asked me why I chose Beitang Feng, didn't you look in the mirror to see what you're like?"