"Pengfei—"
Shen Qi shouted suddenly, picking up the stool beside him and smashing it toward Er Gui's head.
Unprepared, Er Gui's head was struck by the heavy object, feeling a warm stream flowing down his head. He threw the man in his hands to the ground like a rag, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Shen Qi, "What? Want to be a fugitive couple with this kid?"
Blood flowed from Er Gui's forehead to the corner of his eye, then down his brow. The man didn't seem to feel pain, and those eyes carried a captivating danger. Shen Qi instinctively took a step back, but her back was already against the bed.
Er Gui's menacing eyes locked onto Shen Qi. He wiped the blood off his face with his hand and licked it, the smile on his lips growing bigger, "Daring to hit your Lord Gui, you really have some guts."
As he spoke, he moved forward but found his pant leg tightly grasped by the unconscious man. Er Gui mercilessly kicked him away.
"Pengfei!"
