After running up close, Xiaomeng shouted, "You filthy scoundrel, go to hell."
She raised her hand and directly smashed the brick in her hand onto the back of Yuntian's head.
Yuntian had been yearning for Tianxing for so many days, and now holding her in his arms, he had no time to think about anything else.
He never imagined that someone as clueless as this would rush over and hit him with a brick. He was completely unprepared; there was a loud "bang," and his ears seemed to go deaf for a moment, immediately followed by a sharp pain at the back of his head.
Warm liquid began to seep down through his hair, slowly trickling down his neck.
Yuntian quickly turned around, instinctively pulling Tianxing behind him to shield her, while raising his other hand and swinging it back towards Xiaomeng, who was still holding the brick.
