Just when Su Xiaowan thought it was the end for her, the sounds went silent for a long moment and the scoundrel's hand didn't reach out to grab her clothes anymore. She couldn't help but lift her head, only to see that thug kneeling on the ground, one of his hands twisted out of shape. His mouth was agape, and he suddenly let out a spine-chilling scream, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking.
Su Xiaowan opened her eyes and mouth wide, looking up to see the man before her, who looked as tall and mighty as a god. Unable to hold back, her tears started to flow incessantly like a small river.
Her eyes were blurred from the crying when suddenly, a figure lunged toward her and embraced her. Su Xiaowan felt warmed by this hug, so warm that she buried her face in it and broke down into sobs.
Holding the woman in his arms, Han Dongchen could feel her quivering all over, sobbing and gasping for air. It seemed she truly had been terrified.
