Dan Hanjie's enchanting dark eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, his brows lifting, "So you like to take the lead..."
"..."
Take the lead, my ass!
She feels like smashing the brains of this treacherous man right now. Could someone lend her a suitable tool?
Qin Youxuan's delicate body was immobilized against his torso with nowhere to escape.
Her face sagged in frustration, biting her lip helplessly, "Dan Hanjie, my wounds hurt..."
"Really, you can look for yourself."
Qin Youxuan pushed up the sleeve of her left arm to reveal several evident bruising and a burn that is bleeding slightly, giving off signs of inflammation.
And she also had one on her left waist, which Dan Hanjie already saw when he ripped open her nightgown earlier.
But at that time, his consciousness was dominated by lust, so he automatically ignored it.
Now being told by her with such a pitiful voice, it makes him seem heartless for not even sparing the injured...
