Wen Ruan frowned in pain.
Her fair skin quickly turned red after he rubbed it so hard.
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held her arm tightly and refused to let go.
His handsome face was tense, and his dark eyes revealed a trace of crazy anger and paranoia.
"Huo Hannian, are you crazy? It hurts!"
She was sitting on the deck and basking in the sun. Was it her fault that those men came over and wanted to take advantage of her?
Was there something wrong with him getting angry at her?
"Huo Hannian, let go of me!"
He pretended not to hear anything, and his movements became even more forceful.
Wen Ruan had no choice but to lower her head and bite his arm.
Maybe it was because he felt the pain that he slowly recovered from his irrational emotions.
Looking at her arm, which was so red that a piece of skin was about to be rubbed off by him, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed into a ball.
