"Stop!"
A roar of anger burst forth, accompanied by the sound of panicked footsteps charging in.
Wen Mian lay on the bed, her hands still pressed against her chest.
But the man was strong, and it wasn't long before he pulled Wen Mian's hands down.
It was at this moment that Pei Zhiyao appeared.
The man took a long stride, quickly moving to her side to stop the man's actions.
Yan Jun was even more helpful, scooping up Wen Mian and carrying her away from the scene.
By then, Wen Mian's clothes already gave the impression that they barely covered her body.
The extent of the damage was such that Wen Mian herself couldn't bear to face it.
She took a deep breath but involuntarily leaned against Yan Jun's side.
At that moment, Wen Mian just wanted to find a place where she felt safe.
It didn't matter who, as long as someone could ensure her safety.
"Damn, dare to touch my person!"
Pei Zhiyao's angry rebuke came from not far away.
