The man was tall, and she could only see his rigid side face when she raised her eyes. Sweat beaded on his face, and he emanated a strong and manly scent like a soldier on the battlefield.
Leng Zhiyuan whispered, "Be careful of traps."
Zhou Yao looked back at her. The man smiled and narrowed his eyes, giving off a wild aura. His left hand came to her mouth as he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood for her. "I don't need your warning. Women should look like women.Why are you putting on a strong front when you can't beat him?"
Leng Zhiyuan glared at him in anger. Does he despise women or what?
His movements were rough, and his thumbs that held guns all year round were very calloused. He rubbed the corners of her mouth so hard that he probably reddened the skin around her mouth.
She reached out and brushed his hand away.
One word — scram!
