C35 Men Are Visual Animals

A loud and heavy thud exploded in the corner of the ward.

Sun Sijing covered her head and curled up under the bed, screaming in fear.

The nightstand broke into pieces, and the wood chips flew in all directions. A few of them scratched Wen Shishi's calves, and fresh blood dripped slowly on her white skin.

But she didn't care. Step by step, she approached Sun Sijing's hiding place.

She said