Lin Yixun didn't know when all this would end; she only knew that when it did, her body felt as if it had been brutally crushed, ready to fall apart.
She turned her eyes to glance at the man beside her, already deeply asleep, then involuntarily looked towards the bathroom. She remembered that there was a pair of scissors in the cabinet underneath the sink.
She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she plunged those scissors into Leng Yixiu's chest.
She thought about it, and in fact, she was ready to do it. When she snapped out of such a crazy thought, a pair of scissors suddenly appeared in her hand.
Lin Yixun gripped the scissors tightly, so hard that the cold handle sank deeply into her palm, and she was completely unaware. She stared intently at the man lying on the bed, eyes filled with unprecedented madness.
