Li Dapeng rushed forward with a tall and strong figure, looking very oppressive. The muscles on his shoulders bulged and his right hand was clenched into a fist. It was not difficult to imagine how painful this punch would be.
The few people on the second floor had heard the noise a long time ago. They stuck their heads out to look, and when they saw what was happening, they couldn't help but close their eyes.
Xu Zhi's face was full of anticipation. He held the swollen scar on his face and could already imagine the scene of Li Dapeng beating Zhu Yuanqing.
It must be to his liking!
But what happened next completely dropped his jaw.
Zhu Yuanqing turned around when Li Dapeng tried to pounce on him. He quickly pulled out the arm that was held by Pei Xia, bent one leg and raised it up, pressing his knee against Li Dapeng's fragile abdomen. With the other hand, he grabbed Li Dapeng's wrist and suddenly bent it upward.
His slender body looked even thinner in contrast to Li Dapeng's muscular body, but it was this person who made Li Dapeng let out an uncontrollable cry of pain.
Li Dapeng only felt that the hand holding his wrist was an iron clamp. Even if he used all his strength, he could not break free.
He didn't take Zhu Yuanqing seriously at first, but the severe pain in his abdomen immediately woke him up.
It was like a huge rock hit his abdomen so hard that even his stomach could feel the pain.
Li Dapeng's arm muscles were all exerted, but no one knew where Zhu Yuanqing got the strength from, he actually flipped his hand up and continued to fold it down.
Li Dapeng stretched out his other hand to grab him, but Zhu Yuanqing dodged as if he had eyes on his back and punched him in the nose.
Then another punch landed on his eye.
Li Dapeng saw stars and could not perceive anything except pain in his mind. He no longer attacked Zhu Yuanqing, but tried to break free from Zhu Yuanqing's restraints.
He closed his eyes and swung his fists wildly in the air, but he didn't even touch the corner of Zhu Yuanqing's clothes.
Zhu Yuanqing kicked his leg, causing him to squat halfway. Then he withdrew his hand and stepped back, looking coldly at the man squatting on the ground with his hands covering his arms.
For a moment, the only sound in the hall was Li Dapeng's gasping.
Zhu Yuan straightened his clothes which were a little messy due to his movements, raised his head and accurately scanned the people watching the excitement on the floor. Ignoring their quickly retracted heads, he caught Pei Xia who was rushing towards him.
Pei Xia nervously held Zhu Yuanqing's hand and kept wiping it, as if trying to wipe off some dirt.
But he didn't dare to use force, so he stroked it very lightly, which made people feel a little itchy.
Pei Xia seemed to feel that simply touching with his hands had no effect, so he frowned tightly, and a little black mist overflowed from the palm of his hand.
"Go back and wash with water." Zhu Yuanqing pressed his hand down and pinched his fingers with his backhand, "Let's go up first."
Pei Xia pursed her lips, interlocked her fingers with his, and took the initiative to lead people up the stairs.
Before going up the stairs, he turned his head, his dark eyes staring at the person on the ground. A wisp of inconspicuous mist emerged from the floor and penetrated into his body.
When Zhu Yuanqing went upstairs, he heard the sound of doors closing several times. He didn't care and went straight into the room and washed his hands several times with hand sanitizer.
Pei Xia held a dry towel in his hand and wiped his hands carefully until there was not a drop of water left. He then threw the towel into the waste bin beside him and calmed down.
He opened his round eyes, placed Zhu Yuanqing's hand on the side of his face, and pointed at the discarded towel, saying in a serious tone: "Dirty..."
As if he was afraid that Zhu Yuanqing wouldn't understand, he hugged her directly and said, "Xiang."
As he spoke, he moved closer to Zhu Yuanqing's neck to smell it, his nose pressing against his skin and moving down little by little. When his clothes blocked his way, he was about to reach out to pull them apart.
Zhu Yuanqing grabbed his hand to prevent him from moving, but Pei Xia could move other parts of his body besides his hands.
Zhu Yuanqing heard a "hiss" sound and felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw that his shirt was torn from the collar to the waist.
There were still several pieces of black mist clinging to the torn cloth.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Pei Xia with some warning, but the culprit was completely unaware of the approaching danger and had already rushed into his arms, rubbing his face against him.
Oh.
The furry and sharp touch of the chest is distinct, as is the warm face and soft lips.
Zhu Yuanqing took a deep breath and told himself over and over again that Pei Xia was not conscious now.
The fist that had just hit someone clenched and unclenched, but the person on his chest became more and more presumptuous.
Zhu Yuanqing felt a chill in his chest, followed by a pain, and his previously calm expression finally showed signs of collapse.
He took a step back, ruthlessly rejecting Pei Xia's continued advance, and grabbed the back of his clothes and led him to the only stool in the fitting room.
He directly took off his completely unwearable shirt, stuffed it into Pei Xia's arms, and casually took out a new one from the closet.
After putting on his clothes in no time, he took out several more pieces of clothes and stuffed them all at once to Pei Xia.
Looking at the person whose face was barely visible amidst the piles of clothes, Zhu Yuanqing crossed his arms and said, "Since you enjoy tearing clothes so much, then you can just tear them off here slowly and have fun by yourself."
After saying that, he walked out without looking back and closed the door of the fitting room.
Pei Xia stared blankly at the closed door and wanted to stand up, but his intuition told him that it would be better to sit down.
So he lowered his head in a daze, and the clothes piled up like a small mountain on his knees shook and fell down with a thud.
Pei Xia was left dazed as he looked at the shirts and pants scattered all over the floor.
Half an hour later, Zhu Yuanqing took a look and frowned slightly at the silent fitting room. After thinking about it, he stood up and walked a few steps towards that direction.
Forget it, why bother with him.
Zhu Yuanqing shook his head, feeling that he had become childish just by following Pei Xia.
Behind him, where he couldn't see, a small ball of black mist was jumping and skipping on the ground and following him.
When Zhu Yuanqing opened the door of the fitting room, he saw someone standing at the door obediently. Not only that, the messy clothes were all hung neatly in the closet.
Zhu Yuanqing took a quick look and didn't see his piece of rag.
Sighing, he reached out his hand and took Pei Xia's hand as they left the fitting room.
"Let's go, let's eat."
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