"I'll chop off whichever hands touched you, alright?"
Zhou Mochen held her tight, his hands trembling. "Promise me, Susu, promise me. Don't hurt yourself like this again. Those men will get the punishment they deserve. I'll make them wish they were dead. Just think of them as dead men walking. I promise you, even if they're left alive, their lives will be worse than death."
Xu Su clutched the bath towel, saying nothing.
Zhou Mochen kissed her forehead soothingly, then carefully touched the bruised handprints on her arm. His lips pressed into a thin line as he picked up the ointment already waiting on the nightstand, preparing to apply it for her.
Xu Su placed a hand on his chest. "Get me some pajamas first."
"Alright," Zhou Mochen said, patting her head. He got off the bed and quickly returned with her sleeveless nightgown and a pair of panties.
