"Hehehe..."
The yellow-haired man's laughter and smiling face magnified in front of Mi Shen's eyes. She tilted her head and viciously bit down on his arm.
With a painful "ow," the yellow-haired man fiercely released his grip, his forceful movement throwing Mi Shen off the couch.
Mi Shen's hair was disheveled, her lips still stained with crimson blood, but her black and white eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty coldness.
The yellow-haired man's arm was not lightly wounded; blood was gushing out of the injury, and as a grown man, he howled in pain.
"Beat these two women to death!"
At the yellow-haired man's command, seven or eight men flooded in from the doorway, swarming over them.
The room was dim, and the scene became chaotic.
Mi Shen and Mao Beibei huddled together, never having imagined they would encounter such a thing.
In Tongcheng, who had Mi Shen ever feared?
In college, it had always been her bullying others; who dared to bully her?