"Bang——"
He was hit hard, knocked back onto the couch.
The force was so great he could barely straighten up, his whole face was numb.
"Jie, have you gone mad?" Diwu Zexuan came to his senses, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Dan Hanjie.
Tasting the blood in his mouth, he wiped away the trickling blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up from the couch.
He brushed his clothing, looking up curiously.
"Stay away from her a bit more."
Every word from Dan Hanjie was said concisely, his voice strained.
"..."
Diwu Zexuan was taken aback and his demonic pupils narrowed, "Qin Youxuan? She is quite beautiful, especially those eyes..."
As soon as Diwu Zexuan's voice fell, he felt a gust of cold wind coming towards him, immediately alert, he did a flip and dodged behind the sofa.
Just as he thought he had narrowly escaped, he saw Dan Hanjie's fist close to his face.
"I haven't touched her, not even a single finger!"
"..."
