Chatper 1999 (2/2)

Thirteen's eyes were bloodshot, there was blood on her hands, her breathing was even heavier than before, she didn't want to answer the man, she didn't want to answer anyone, she was so irritated that she wanted to kill everything, including herself.

"Tell me, Thirteen, are you in there?" Fu'an asked.

Inexplicably anxious, he believed that Thirteen was inside, but she didn't want to open the door, it was definitely like this.

"Thirteen, I'm going in." Fu An said, lifting his foot.

With a bang, the heavy door slammed, and Fu'an saw that in the room, Thirteen's hands were propped on the table, and there were some broken glass on the ground, as if he had just suffered a violent rage.

And Shisan's hand...was too horrible to look at.

Fu'an's heart throbbed in pain.

He had seen a woman's anger, but this was the first time he had seen Thirteen's anger of this type.

He could guess that Thirteen was so angry because of his leg injury. If it was him, someone would break his leg, and he would vent his anger that day.

But Shisan endured it, and only lost his temper like this today.

Sure enough, this woman was different from others, she was born special.

"Thirteen, don't hurt yourself, eh?" Fuan stepped forward, grabbed Thirteen's waist, brought her into his own words, pressed her big hand on the back of her head, and said in a low voice: "I know you are uncomfortable, But legs don't get better overnight. Give yourself a chance and take your time, okay?"

Thirteen snorted coldly, take your time?

how is this possible!

Who can give her a chance to take her time!

"You hate me, you can hate me casually, I don't regret it, I like you by my side. I am a twisted person, if I can't get a complete angel, I will let her wings break." What Fuan said was so reasonable should.

Thirteen laughed.

She really wanted to impress this man's logic.

In this world, he is probably the only one who can be so shameless and perverted.