Like your face

As soon as I thought of the scene of Carroll beating him yesterday, my hand, which was taking out my phone, stopped. Wasn't self-defense considered as an intentional injury? When I was not sure, I really didn't dare to act rashly. Seeing me leaning against the wall in fear, Peter came over and said, "You are scared by my few words. You're like a mouse. Why does Carroll like you?" He began to look at my face again. "Oh, I like your face. I didn't expect Carroll to like a good-looking woman." I felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so I took a small step and wanted to escape. "No, Kelly, why do you always run away when you see me? Do I eat people?" Peter was standing at the door of my ward, blocking my way. Looking at his pervert face, I pursed my lips and said, "Yes." "Huh?" While he was not paying attention, I raised my left hand and poked the part where he was injured by the hairpin yesterday. "F*ck!" Peter shrank his body in pain. I seized the right time and got into the ward. I