Bang!... Smack!... Slap!
Her eyes widened.
"He's beating her…? Seriously?!"
In her mind, she saw the horror: Wang Xiao towering above his daughter like a beastly tyrant, fists flying, Wenxi crying, blood splashing on the snow-white sheets.
"Beast…" she whispered, hugging her knees inside the warm tub, shoulders trembling. "How could he… his own daughter…"
Another loud BANG!
She nearly screamed.
Then, a voice:
"I don't have all day. Come out, now."
Wang Xiao.
His tone was casual. Impatient. But it struck her like a celestial lightining.
Why does he want me now?! What did I do this time?! I haven't even say anything today!...
Terrified, she sank deeper into the water, refusing to come out.
Minutes passed.
Then an hour.
Then two.
Only after she was pruned like a peach left in divine wine, did she finally step out.
The room was quiet.
Empty.
She sighed in relief.
"He got tired and left. Thank the gods…"
