Wei Anning's heart suddenly became tumultuous with discomfort, Leng Youchen's kisses made her feel pleasure, but Leng Yanbo's kiss repulsed her thoroughly.
She clutched his arms tightly with both hands, trying to push him away.
However, how could she be a match for a man who had lost his reason and gone mad? She couldn't shake him in the slightest.
Despair filled her heart. Why did she have to be so weak? Why did she have to be humiliated by him?
Leng Yanbo pinned her against the tree trunk, holding her small face with his hands. She was his, and no one could take her away!
The next second, a fist came out of nowhere, sending him stumbling several steps before he managed to steady himself.
His lip split open, and blood trickled from his nose.
Looking up, he saw a tall boy standing protectively in front of Wei Anning, glaring at him furiously. He wiped the blood from his nose, "Who are you? ****** Who asked you to meddle?"
