It was two beautiful arms with tapered fingers and bulging with muscles. Song Qingchun's eyes were glued to them for a few seconds, before her eyes followed the arm to land on Su Zhinian's perfectly gorgeous face.
The man, who was usually in a calm and collected mood, was burning with anger. His face was as dark as the underside of the moon. Traces of malice flickered between his eyes.
As if not realizing she was looking at him, his sharp gaze penetrated Tang Nuan as he hissed out two razor-sharp words. "Let go!"
Tang Nuan didn't give any response, probably shocked by his sudden appearance or stunned into submission by his presence. She merely looked at him dumbly.
A flash of disgust crossed Su Zhinian's eyes. Losing his patience, his grip of her wrist tightened, and the pain caused her painted face to contort with a grimace. With a voice loud and severe enough to drown out her scream of pain, he repeated, "Let go!"
