That stab of pain, becoming more and more intense... Han Yixiao felt as if her brain was about to explode, collapsing and breaking out into a scream once again.
"Miss Xiaoxiao!"
"Yixiao!"
"..."
Han Yixiao, as if unable to hear everyone's concerned voices, was desperately clutching her hair, trying to alleviate the pain in her brain.
"Miss Xiaoxiao, calm down!" Zhang Te, having seen Han Yixiao pull out a clump of her hair, didn't think twice before assertively grabbing her wrist and forcibly prying her fingers from her hair.
Zhang Te's action made Han Yixiao react even more violently; she struggled crazily, and since she couldn't free herself from Zhang Te's restraint, she simply lifted her foot and began to kick at Zhang Te.
Zhang Te didn't dodge, allowing Han Yixiao to vent her anger on himself. It wasn't known how long it took, maybe Han Yixiao became tired, or maybe she realized she couldn't escape and gave up, her entire being gradually quieted down.
