Wounded for her, black-bellied young master's forced love, five times confessed

  Just as we were about to win, unexpectedly:

  A big fat man got up from the ground with a loud "Hahahaha" and laughed wildly.

  "You're finished today, you little stinker!! Hahaha" Just then, a dozen or so burly men appeared behind him, each one wielding a weapon.

  "This is terrible, what should I do?" Ke'er saw so many people beating up one person and was anxious to the point of trembling.

  Five or six people are nothing to him, but with so many people and all of them armed, how can he possibly win?

  Ke'er felt uneasy as she watched Ouyang Si's evasive figure.

  Time ticked by minute by minute, and the fight lasted nearly half an hour. Gradually, Ouyang began to pant heavily, his footsteps became unstable, and he dodged their blows and fists in a daze. Then, he was exhausted from dodging and weaving, and countless fists and feet rained down on Ouyang's body like raindrops.

  Ke'er watched as they brutally hurt Ouyang, but she couldn't help at all, and anxiously cried in the corner.

  "Bang———"

  Ouyang Zhen finally couldn't hold on and fell heavily to the ground.

  "Si... Si" Ke'er saw Ouyang Si fall down and suddenly cried even harder, continuously calling out his name.

  Ou Ya lay in the pool of blood, enduring their punches and kicks. His twisted face was stained with bright red blood, and he looked at Ke Er, his mouth corners struggling to hold up a good-looking arc. He smiled shallowly at Ke Er, telling her not to cry, that he was fine.

  Idiot, it's already like this, why still care about me? Are you stupid?

  Ke'er stared at Ouyang Si's forcibly held smile, she scolded him nonstop, calling him stupid and foolish... She cried desperately, this was the most violent cry of her life.

  You idiot, if you keep going like this, you'll die! No, no, I don't want you to die, you can't die!

  Ke'er shook her head desperately, she didn't want Ouyang Si to die, he had kissed her but hadn't taken responsibility, she didn't want him to die.

  "Little... Little Luo" suddenly remembered his savior and trembled as he took out his phone from his pocket to call the cold and distant phone.

  "Little... little Xia Luo, Ya Si Ta..." Ke Er cried so hard that she couldn't speak anymore.

  "Morning sunshine on the street..."

  After a short while, there was an uneven screeching sound "Squeak———"

  "Ke'er!!! Ke'er!!!" A loud shout of Ke'er's name as he jumped off the car.

  "Down, down, fell..." Suddenly, a savior appeared in sight.

  Xiao Yu, Qi Nan, Si Miao, they all came, with a large group of black-clad men carrying clubs behind them. They charged towards the big men with hatred on their faces.

  "Sis, you won't die, we're saved!!" Ke'er excitedly wanted to pass on the good news to Ouyang Si.

  Ke'er turned around at the same time, but saw Ouyas closing his heavy eyelids.

  "Ah... Ah!!!!!!" Ke'er ran to Si's side and hugged his body, shouting desperately.

  "Kě ér, kě ér!" -> "Okay, okay!"

  "Ke'er, how are you?" Jin Yuzhe hastily asked as he hugged Ke'er who was crying in pain.

  "Quickly save him, he will die like this!!"

  Ke'er frantically grabbed Jin Yuze's clothes and kept shouting for him to save Ouyang.

  "Don't worry, he won't die," Jin Yuzhe said as he helped the battered and blood-soaked Si into the car and drove to a nearby hospital.

  When Akeer and Qinan arrived, Ouyang had just finished the operation.

  Ke Er hastily rushed towards the doctor who just walked out of the operating room.

  "What's wrong, what's wrong, Si? Nothing happened, right?" Ke'er asked anxiously.

  "There's nothing too serious, but you've got a slight concussion on the brain, just rest well and recover before being discharged," the doctor comforted her.

  Hearing that Ouyang's injury was not serious, he finally put his heart at ease.