Xiao Yu's eyes spun around the room, the gloomy atmosphere from beside her made the air feel oppressive. Her heart was pounding with unease.
Gong Ting's thin lips were tightly pressed, his large hand clutching the wet towel so tightly it was almost wringing water out of it. A flash of hidden pain passed in his eyes as he suddenly stood up.
Xiao Yu was terrified, quickly hugging her head and curling up in the corner of the bed, looking at him in horror, "I know I was wrong, please don't hit me."
Gong Ting's stare was so fierce it seemed like he wanted to eat her alive. Did he really look like a villain who would hit women? This woman really had a knack for shattering his self-control.
He gave her a vicious glare, and angrily threw the wet towel at her face, then turned around and left in a rage.
