Your Excellency, I love you!

Luo Qiangwei finally felt flustered, but her weak struggles were all futile. Yan Chu was immersed in crazy desires, and suddenly felt the woman under him groan, and looked up to find her small face tightly wrinkled. together.

His pupils narrowed, and he quickly reached out and pinched her jaw to force her to open her mouth, a trace of blood flowed out of her mouth.

She even bit her tongue.

Would you rather bite your tongue... than let him touch it?

Yan Chu was in pain and anger, he lowered his head and was about to kiss off the blood stains on her lips, when suddenly footsteps came from behind, when he turned around, his shoulders were already grabbed and pulled up, and then the man's fist swung heavily.

Luo Qiangwei stared blankly at Yan Chu who was punched into the wall, and then his body warmed up, and he was hugged by the man, "Tangtang,"

The familiar deep voice fell on his ears, Mo Shiche lowered his head and pressed his thin lips to her forehead, took off his suit and wrapped the woman's torn and messy body, hugged her and coaxed in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm here It's late, it's okay, he didn't touch you, don't be afraid, huh?"

Luo Qiangwei bit her tongue just now, feeling pain and fright, her whole body was in a daze, her little hand clutched the shirt on his chest, trembling in fear, "Woo..."

"Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?"

Mo Shiche noticed blood stains at the corner of her mouth with sharp eyes, and quickly pinched her jaw open, only to find that her mouth was full of blood, and her black eyes were filled with dark clouds, and he hugged her by the waist, "I'll take you to the hospital Look, it won't hurt any more."

After standing up, Yan Chu's fist blows again, Luo Qiangwei fell back on the bed from Mo Shiche's arms, and saw the two men in front of him wrestling together quickly.

New and old grievances, naturally, the fights are inseparable, each punch is harder than the next, and the sound of bones colliding can be heard at close range.

Soon, both Mo Shiche and Yan Chu's faces were stained with blood, and the corners of their mouths and shirts were also stained with blood, but they showed no signs of stopping, almost wanting to beat each other to death.

Obviously, they are all top-notch, but Mo Shiche's right hand seems to be injured, and he is becoming more and more unable to use his strength. Finally, he hangs down by his side and is fighting Yan Chu with one hand, so none of them can gain the upper hand. Always fighting.

Luo Qiangwei's first reaction was that he was cut by a knife when he came to rescue her before, and she didn't have time to get dressed, so she slid out of the bed with messy clothes, and walked over with all her strength while supporting the wall, "Stop, don't hit... "

When Mo Shiche heard the movement, he looked sideways at her, and before he could utter the word Tang, Yan Chu's fist directly attacked him, hitting him hard on the chest.

The strength is so strong that you can even hear the sound of bones cracking——

Mo Shiche snorted, then bent down instinctively, thick blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His arm was seriously injured, or his body had internal injuries. In fact, it could be seen halfway through the fight. If he was physically fit, he would definitely not be in such a situation.

Luo Qiangwei staggered and rushed over to help him, "Mo Shiche," she was anxious and flustered, but she didn't know where his injury was and dared not touch her easily, "How are you? Did you hurt your bones..."

Yan Chu's punch was so heavy just now, she saw his face changed, it must be hurt...

What if the bone is broken and inserted into the heart... it will be life-threatening...

The more Luo Qiangwei thought about it, the more anxious she was, she hugged one of his arms with both hands, and tried her best to help him up...