Shen Tang was pinned to the ground by him, crying out in pain, with tears glistening in her eyes, "Ah Xiao, it hurts, stop it!"
That sliver of rationality seemed to return to Lu Xiao, and he almost instantly let go of her, stumbling back a few steps, his eyes full of struggle and pain.
Tangtang.
He couldn't hurt her.
Lu Xiao desperately suppressed the urge to vent his madness, trying to calm himself down.
But it was too unbearable; the pain on his body flooded over him like a tsunami, enveloping him in indescribable agony, his eyes rimming red, bloodshot, his expression increasingly ferocious, like a beast about to lose control.
His shirt had long been torn to shreds by himself, revealing countless needle marks on his shoulders and arms.
Usually concealed by clothing, they were now visible, and the exposed skin even bristled with lumps of coagulated bruises, refusing to fade.
Shen Tang was completely stunned, her fingers trembling.
