Ye Xingbei clutched her clothes tightly, "No need, I'm not injured."
Gu Junzhu pried her hand open, tore a corner of her dress with a rip. He spoke with a voice as cold as frosted glass, "I'm not Xiao Shumiao, I'm not so easily fooled as her!"
Ye Xingbei blushed with guilt, lowering her head, avoiding his gaze.
Upon seeing the wounds on Ye Xingbei's body, Gu Junzhu's heart ached, his brow furrowed.
Ye Xingbei's skin was extremely white, as white as pearls, as white as jade.
At this moment, on her snow-white skin, a myriad of green and purple bruises were scattered around. It was a shocking sight.
When he saw the bruise on Ye Xingbei's waist, his stare turned sharp and cold, making Ye Xingbei's scalp prickle and goosebumps rise all over her body.
Ye Xingbei awkwardly shrank back, "Don't look at me like that, it's frightening."
Gu Junzhu lifted his head to look at her, his pupils pitch black, his icy demeanor as if frozen by the frost, sent shivers down one's spine.
