Janice stared at him. She had guessed something. She said, "Well, since you don't want to say it, I won't go back with you."
She turned around and was about to leave. Christopher quickly stopped her.
"I'll tell you."
Janice turned around and stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
Christopher felt a little embarrassed. After all, no one would be willing to mention such a shameful thing in front of his lover.
"...someone hit me."
Under her gaze, he had no choice but to admit it.
"Who hit you?"
"How many of them were there?" Janice was surprised.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Janice grew anxious. "What are you waiting for?"
Finally, Christopher stretched out a finger in embarrassment.
Janice stared at that finger for a moment. "A group of guys?"
"One..."
"One?"
