Lu Xiaoyou's hand rested on Bai Wanzi's head, gently massaging it.
A child's hair is always the softest, and its fluffy texture is so pleasant to the touch that once you hold it, you don't want to let go.
Bai Wanzi pouted slightly—he didn't like anyone touching his head—but then he thought, since Lu Xiaoyou was the woman he had set his sights on, shouldn't he pamper her continuously?
The woman he fancied deserved to be spoiled forever!
"Wanzi," Lu Xiaoyou said to him, "I can take care of myself."
Her implication was clear: she did not need anyone else's protection.
She had always been on her own, accustomed to self-protection.
Standing on her own, at ease and unencumbered, Lu Xiaoyou withdrew her hand from Bai Wanzi's head and instinctively touched her own neck.
The injury there had not yet healed, and she had no idea when it would.
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In the audience, someone stood up.
"Hey, where are you going?" a loyal fan asked Shi Yan.
