She begged him again and again, her voice mingled with tears!

She simply couldn't bear to watch Mo Yanyu be beaten to death in front of her, nor could she bear to see Mo Yanyu in such excruciating pain!

Over the years, she had come to hate this 'personality' of hers. She wanted to harden her heart, but she could only ever be controlled by her soft heart.

But after her initial struggles and eventual compromises, after this long period of torment, she had long since chosen to stop struggling, because…

She knew that the only person in her life who could make her repeatedly humble herself to the point of being insignificant was the one right in front of her…

Because the bright red at the corner of Mo Yanyu's mouth was so irritating to her eyes, she felt like she was suffocating and about to die!

At that moment, she forgot everything else; all she wanted was for the person in front of her to be well.

Even though Mo Yanyu was beaten so badly that she could only curl up on the ground, she still gritted her teeth and said in a very low voice, "Yaoyao, don't beg him..."

No one in this world is worthy of her pleading in such a humble tone…

"How could I not beg him? Mo Yanyu, shut up, do you know that? If you keep getting beaten like this, you'll be beaten to death sooner or later!"

Mo Yanyu endured the burning pain in her abdomen, "Yaoyao... no one in your life has ever made you lower yourself like this to beg, so even for my sake, don't ask him... never..."

Ji Yao forced back the urge to continue crying, her hands clenched tightly. She knew that Mo Yanyu's pride was ingrained in his bones; he was the kind of person who would rather die standing than live on his knees!

That's why, when she met his resolute gaze, she couldn't utter a single plea.

If someone as proud as him continues to beg, even when those people stop, he probably won't be able to get over it in his own heart.

So, she bit her lower lip hard, turned her head away, and listened to the man behind her relentlessly punching Mo Yanyu again and again, but could only silently shed tears!

Before long, tears were streaming down her face, some even flowing down to his lips. The bitterness was almost unbearable, and her throat felt like it was on fire. She hadn't said a word, but inside, a raging fire was roaring and howling...

She kept banging her forehead against the ground, as if only in this way could she alleviate the pain in her heart and slightly reduce the burning pain in her throat.

Even though I've already bitten my lip until it bleeds...

Even with both hands clenched tightly, a row of crescent-shaped bloodstains remained on their palms…

She could only suppress the painful emotions welling up inside her, repeatedly trying to hold back the urge to explode...

She particularly hated her current sense of powerlessness. If she weren't so useless, she wouldn't have been caught!

She wouldn't be caught and used to threaten Mo Yanyu, and she wouldn't be as helpless as she is now...

Hot tears streamed down her face, almost burning her skin!

ah!

What right does she have to blame Yan Yan like that?

If it weren't for her, Yan Yan wouldn't be in such a sorry state now, and she wouldn't be dragged down by her.

Although it was only a short while, Ji Yao felt like an eternity had passed. Even she could taste blood in her throat. She wondered if she had bitten her lips until they bled.

Why didn't she feel any pain? Perhaps it was because the sounds of beatings behind her, which were almost deafening, numbed her pain?

Even under these circumstances, she didn't care at all that tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably...

"Yan Yan..."

Perhaps because the noise inside was too loud, the people outside couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them actually walked in, seemingly having a good relationship with the man.

She quickly stopped him, preventing him from continuing his violent act, and whispered to him, "That's enough, that's enough. If you keep going, you might kill these two people, and then the young master will come after you..."

The man was clearly short-tempered, but when he heard the name "young master," his eyes flickered noticeably. It was obvious that the young master's methods were extraordinary, which was why the man was instinctively afraid just from hearing someone's warning…

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