Guan Zhe pressed down on her foot and pulled back, and she, seizing the moment, grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and threw it back at his face.
Guan Zhe’s eyes were blinded by the mud, furiously he wiped it with the back of his hand, and with a stretch of his large hand, he pushed Gu Qili, who was trying to get up, back into the mud pit.
His strength was overwhelming, Gu Qili couldn’t outmatch him, but she resisted desperately, tearing and screaming for help. Her struggle made it impossible for Guan Zhe to do anything else; the two of them rolled around in the mud like wrestlers. Although Guan Zhe had the upper hand, he couldn’t subdue her immediately, not expecting this girl to be such a tough opponent when pushed to the edge.
Gu Qili’s physical strength was ultimately limited, gradually she could no longer muster any energy, but Guan Zhe was still vigorous.
Seeing that he was about to take advantage of her, she reached out and felt a hard stone beside her, and while Guan Zhe was focused on pinning down her legs, she lifted the stone and smashed it hard on his head, at the same time, she fiercely kicked his groin with her right foot. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⸺fire.net
Gu Qili was both shocked and frightened, her head buzzing, she didn’t know where the stone had struck, but she heard Guan Zhe howl in pain as he fell down, blood gushing from above his head, while his hands painfully covered his lower body.
"You filthy woman, how dare you hit me, this isn’t over," Guan Zhe, clutching his blood-covered face, glared viciously at her.
Gu Qili spat, stood up from the mud, and ran away. Behind her, Guan Zhe’s bad-mouthing was incessant, but his head had been hit and his groin felt as if it was broken, now the world spun around him, unable to give chase.
Gu Qili ran all the way to the roadside, but there was no one on the avenue. She thought about running towards the school, but just as she started running, a car came from the front, the stark white headlights hit her, forcing her to raise her arm to shield her eyes.
The car slowly stopped in front of her, and she saw that familiar number.
Like grabbing a lifeline, blood rushed up from the depths of her chest, she staggered toward the car, opened the back door, and sat down.
Faced with a muddy person suddenly entering, Mu Shuoqian frowned, the mud from her body smeared all over, drawing a map on his carefully chosen car mats.
Just as he was about to express his displeasure, the muddy figure suddenly wrapped their arms around his waist, burying her small face into his chest.
Gu Qili buried her face deep into his clothes, feeling his hot and strong heartbeat and muscular texture, her panicked heart gradually calmed down.
In that moment, she forgot who he was, only knowing that his embrace was so safe and comfortable, shielding her from outside attacks, her vulnerability could be recklessly unmasked in front of his toughness.
She was truly terrified, every time she closed her eyes, Guan Zhe’s hideous face appeared, she didn’t dare to think what would have happened if she hadn’t resisted with all her might.
Covered in mud, she didn’t feel dirty, but Guan Zhe’s face made her nauseous.
Mu Shuoqian silently swallowed the complaints on his lips, letting her huddle in his arms like a quail, each piece of his high-end tailored suit and shirt not escaping the assault of the filthy mud.
He didn’t feel dirty, instead, he somewhat liked the earthy smell of rain-soaked mud, coming from her.
He lifted his right hand, palm down, and gently placed it on her shoulder, patting it in a comforting yet awkward and unnatural gesture.
He had never before tried to console someone.