"Mo'er!" Su Zhe exclaimed angrily when he didn't manage to snatch Tang Mo'er over.
Huo Beichen's muscular arm held on to Tang Mo'er's slender waist and he held her in his arms.
"Mr Su, Tang Mo'er is in my arms now. Do you still want to fight with me?" Huo Beichen said smugly.
Su Zhe's clenched his hands into fists.
"Tang Mo'er, may I have a dance with you?" Huo Beichen looked down at the woman in his arms.
His pupils instantly contracted when he took a look at her. Tang Mo'er's delicate skin had a layer of sweat over it as her eyebrows were furrowed. Her entire body was trembling in pain as her cherry lips were set in a deep pout.
Huo Beichen subconsciously frowned, he pulled his muscular arms in and hugged Tang Mo'er's body in his arms tightly, holding her pale face in his large hands. "Hey, Tang Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"
The pain was becoming more and more unbearable.
