Huo Hannian did not seem to have heard Wen Ruan's words. His temples were throbbing, as if they were being pricked by needles.
He poured another glass of hard liquor and was about to finish it when a small white hand reached over and snatched the glass away.
Huo Hannian looked at the girl in front of him.
A delicate and beautiful face, clear and bright deer eyes, a small and exquisite nose, and delicate pink lips…There seemed to be two faces overlapping in his mind, and a terrifying scarlet overflowed from his long and narrow black eyes.
There was a scene that was about to break through the gate of his memory, but he could not remember it.
The torture of ice and fire made his expression extremely ugly, and a cold and ruthless expression appeared in his eyes.
He had not been sick for a long time.
At least after meeting her.
The last shred of rationality told him that he could not stay here any longer, or he would hurt her.
