After learning Muay Thai for a month like that, I went home.

On the day I returned home, Li Xianming happened to be working overtime at the company.

My parents-in-law rarely made a big table of dishes and welcomed me home with smiles on their faces.

After dinner and taking a shower, I went back to my room to rest.

As soon as I pushed the door open, a strong smell of alcohol hit me.

Only then did I realize that Li Xianming had come back at some point and was sitting on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt with a drunken expression.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked up at me.

There was a strange and sinister smile on his face.

"You finally came back, Fang Huai... After fooling around outside for a month, how was it? Did you have enough fun with other men?"

I stared at him and frowned with disgust, "Go sleep in the guest room. Tonight, I want to sleep alone."

"You want me to leave?" Li Xianming swayed as he stood up, "You come to my house and want me to leave? How dare you?"

As he spoke, the hot breath mixed with the smell of alcohol sprayed on my face.

I suppressed the urge to vomit and answered him as calmly as possible, "Then I'll go, okay?"

After saying that, I turned around and left.

But unexpectedly, Li Xianming behind me suddenly moved faster than me and pushed the door that I had just opened back with one palm.

Locked.

A sense of foreboding enveloped my heart.

I had considered that this man in front of me was unchangeable, but I didn't expect this moment to come so soon.

He tried to strangle me by grabbing my neck and throw me onto the bed.

But I quickly bent one leg, used my knee to push him back two steps, and then fell heavily onto the bed.

Li Xianming quickly sat up, covering his abdomen where I had attacked him with both hands.

He was already half sober.

Perhaps he hadn't realized what had just happened.

Why had the roles between us suddenly reversed? Why was he the one lying on the bed being beaten, while I stood in front of him, looking down on him?

He didn't understand, and he didn't bother to understand.

Li Xianming skillfully pulled out his belt, intending to start his violence.

Unfortunately, I didn't give him a chance.

Before he could pull out his belt, I aimed at his head and delivered an elbow strike.

He was already in a drunken state, caught off guard by my attack, and suddenly lost consciousness, falling into a coma on the bed.

I, who had trained for over a month, was at a loss in my first real fight.

The man who had once been my nightmare, was he really so weak?

I was a bit scared, experiencing domestic violence for the first time.

I approached him and checked his breath.

He was still alive.

After careful consideration, I decided to call 120 (emergency services).