His lips were still stained with dried blood, and inside his mouth, there was a strong metallic taste.
The bloody scent was suffocating Yan Zhi, and as her back pressed against the wall in struggle, the cement surface of the old wall crumbled bit by bit under her resistance.
The air was filled with the scent of disinfectant, and the girl trapped in the man's arms twisted restlessly, a whimper escaping her throat.
Her stomach felt like it was in turmoil, suddenly twisting in pain.
Barely managing to break free from the man's lips, Yan Zhi's throat moved as she dry heaved, wanting to vomit but unable to.
She lowered her head and coughed, while the man gently patted her back, thinking that the metallic taste had choked her.
Once she calmed down, Yan Zhi raised her hand and slapped the man's face.
The hand that had been patting her back paused for a moment. This slap turned Shi Yan's face to the side, the cheek that had been hit stinging with heat.
