The man exuded an icy aura, his commanding tone both domineering and imperious. His phoenix eyes were as if encased in ice, staring emotionlessly at the wound on her back.
Wei Anning subconsciously turned to the side, not wanting him to see the injury on her back. But her actions were misinterpreted by Leng Youchen, and his handsome face instantly darkened.
What was she implying? Now, she wouldn't even let him take a look?
Thinking she was preserving herself for Leng Yanbo, Leng Youchen felt a surge of irritation. He wheeled closer to Wei Anning, leaned slightly forward, and, with a large hand, grasped her chin. He drew near her with a cold voice, "What now? If I don't let you go with him, will you torture and mistreat yourself to defy me?"
