Chapter 102: He Was Hard on Himself Too
tered incoherently, "Let me go, please...let me go..."Let me go...Feng Mu looked at her delicate little face, which had thinned a whole circle. Tears were sliding down the corner of her eyes, giving h...Splash!
Almost ten highball glasses were flung to the ground by He Hanchuan, shattering into pieces. Red wine snaked across the floor, its rich aroma filling the room.
At the moment the cup shattered, Xiang Wan's heart jumped. She instinctively cowered, only to see Jian He Han Chuan pick up a shard and drive it into his own thigh.
In a moment, blood soaked through his suit.
But even so, Ge Hanchuan's face turned a little pale. He didn't show any change in expression, not even a grunt.
Toward Evening hugged her own body tightly, trembling uncontrollably from fear. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead incessantly.
Ge Hanchuan is cruel to others, and he's also cruel to himself. Now he just doesn't want to be controlled by the drug, so he does this to himself, stabbing his own thigh... I don't know what he'll do to her and her brother this time.
Tap.
Click.
The sound of footsteps getting closer and closer.
向晚 looked at He Hanchuan, his handsome face cold as he walked closer to her step by step. Her face was drained of all color, and every cell in her body screamed to run away. But her limbs were so soft they felt like they had been glued together, not able to move even a little.
I'm afraid.
I'm really scared.
I don't know if the shard in He Hanchuan's hand will pierce her right leg next, completely crippling her...
Click!
At the moment of impact, shards and ground colliding, A-Wei's heart skipped a beat before racing wildly as if trying to leap out of her chest.
She moved her lips, wanting to beg for mercy, but the image of him callously breaking her leg two years ago kept replaying in her mind. Her throat felt like it was crawling with ants; she couldn't utter a single word.
Hege Hanchuan picked her up and didn't even give her a glance. He just threw her outside the room and slammed the door shut.
It was almost four in the afternoon now, and the Dream House was about to enter its peak hours. There were no guests in the corridor, but a cleaning lady was tidying up, and two female hostesses walked towards this side, chatting and laughing.
The three of them saw Wanye and froze, stopping their cleaning and laughter. They all stared at her blankly.
One person took out their phone, but perhaps fearing her notoriety as a murderer, they sheepishly put it away again, not daring to take pictures or videos.
向晚 wrapped her hands around her chest, her long legs pressed tightly together. She lowered her head, using her hair to cover her face that was as pale as paper. Her limbs, along with her heart, were ice cold, as if even her blood had stopped flowing.
She licked her dry lips, trying to push open the room door with her softened hand, but He Hanchuan had locked it from inside, making it impossible to open.
Her brother wasn't here either, leaving her only with the naked reality of returning to the dormitory...
Toward the end of her speech, Yuehua took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and walked forward with difficulty. She was met by a mixture of shocked, curious, sympathetic, and confused expressions from the three people watching.
Ding!
The sound of an elevator.
A-wei stopped in her tracks, her face paling with every passing moment, her body trembling uncontrollably. Could it really be that she had to walk around the club naked, exposed for all to see, becoming the laughingstock of everyone
"Stop, don't move." The elevator doors opened and Menglan stepped out, her arm draped in a lady's dress.
She raised her peach blossom eyes slightly at the corners, then walked up to Xiang Wan and neatly draped the dress over her.
The taste of vacuum isn't pleasant, but it's definitely better than being completely naked.
A-wei's mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't understand why Menglan held a dress in her hand. She mumbled a thank you, her face flushed with embarrassment, feeling incredibly awkward.
"What do you need to thank her for! He Chenchuan and everyone around him aren't any good!" Xiang Yu just came out of the restroom and heard Xiang Wan thanking Meng Lan, he walked over with a dark face.
Seeing Hoshimachi Suisei standing barefoot on the ground, he frowned and directly scooped her up.
He did want to ask some questions, but Menglan was standing right next to him, and he really couldn't bring himself to ask.
Towards Evening leaned against his neck, explaining wearily, "The clothes I'm wearing were given to me by Lánjiejie. I should thank her."
“The clothes on you are hers He's the one who… ”Xiang Yu’s eyes widened, and the words that reached his lips were swallowed back down with force. He felt like someone had spat in his throat, it was stuck there, he couldn’t cough it up or swallow it, let alone the feeling of disgust, it was just too uncomfortable.”
Meng Lan didn't chat with her siblings anymore, and directly said she had something to do before going to knock on door 505. "Mr. He, it's me,"d entered his heart. His spine straightened abruptly, and his obsidian-like eyes were filled with anger.Although the Menglan before his eyes was so delicate, he could knead her at will, but the wrist...