Nangong Zhongli watched Liang Shaochen suffering a loss and couldn't help letting out a sharp scream.
"Qin Yi! Stop! Stop it!"
Qin Yi seemed not to hear.
Not until Nangong Zhongli's whole body fell off the bed, letting out a groan.
Qin Yi suddenly turned around and saw Nangong Zhongli collapsed on the floor, her face deathly pale, her expression twitching. His expression changed, and he rushed over in a hurry.
"Miss Zhong Li!"
Liang Shaochen had fallen beside the clothes rack in the corner, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his handsome face instantly becoming disheveled and battered.
He furrowed his beautiful brows, braced himself against the wall and stood up, wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth as he did so.
