C41 Go to hell

Her eyes were already bloodshot from her scolding. She used both of her hands to tear An Yi's hair, pinching and hitting her. An Yi only felt waves of pain in her stomach. Frowning, she tried her best to push Gu Qishao away.

"It hurts …" "My stomach …"

Cold sweat trickled down her forehead as she struggled to get up and walk towards the door. She wanted to go to the hospital