The shards of the shattered mirror scratched Xinxiaolu's hand, leaving two blood marks. Xinxiaolu glanced at the blood mark on his own hand and pressed Situ Du's head down again, slamming it into the remaining half of the glass mirror that had not yet completely shattered.
Great, now this glass mirror is completely broken.
Compared to Xīn Xiǎo Lù's small wound, Sī Tú Kuà was much more miserable. If not for the cloth wrapped around his head, he might have been even worse off.
Xin Xiaolu's hand grasped the tightened curtain without loosening, stuck in a place that made it hard to breathe but couldn't gasp for air. Situ Du was dizzy and disoriented from being hit, his legs soft and weak, about to collapse onto the ground, unable to resist. Xin Xiaolu dragged him by the head into the bathroom, turned on the showerhead, and poured icy water over his head. The curtain, soaked with water, became heavy and clung tightly to his face, further compressing the air he could inhale.
Perhaps he didn't expect that even after making such a scene, he still couldn't get Xinsilu to let go, and instead was going to be continued to be tormented by her. Situ Du suddenly struggled violently. His strength was too great, and for the time being, Xinsilu's strength really wasn't enough to compare with his, and she was pulled away from him, the cloth covering her face torn off. On his forehead and cheek were big and small fine scratches, and when washed by water, red blood threads flowed together with the water over his cheek, his expression looking no different from a fierce ghost.
His ability to withstand a beating is truly astonishing, being beaten so violently and yet recovering so quickly.
"You're done for." Situ Du gritted his teeth and pounced forward, trying to grab Xin Xiaolu.
Xin Xiaolu suddenly ducked down, slipped past him from the side, grabbed a handheld watering can with a spiral-shaped hose next to him, and took advantage of Situ Du's stumbling footsteps forward. Before he could turn around, he used the spiral hose to wrap around his head from behind and tightened it fiercely.
"Ugh, forehead——"
Ordinary people, even if they physically harm others, will subconsciously feel psychological pressure and can't be that resolute. But Xinxiaolu is not like that; she has no qualms about killing people. She's a fierce ghost, and even after returning to the mortal world and wearing human skin for several years, her heart remains that of a wandering, aimless spirit. When faced with someone who harbors malicious intentions towards her, the malice in her own heart is fully stirred up.
Her hands were steady, tightening again and again, without any intention of loosening up, ready to strangle the person who made her feel uncomfortable. Si Tu Duo's movements became smaller and smaller, his hands unconsciously wandering around as he chatted with more like-minded people about "Female Leads and Male Seconds", "Popular Web Novels" or other books with fellow book lovers.
