Wen Wan's brows lightly furrowed, and she reached down to touch her hurt buttocks, her face scrunched up in a pained expression, "Oh."
Mo Siluo's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and his body stiffened a bit, a flash of shock passing through his deep dark eyes.
"You... How did you get this injury?" Mo Siluo crouched down, touching the scar on the woman's stomach, his voice slightly trembling.
Wen Wan ignored the man's interrogation and tried to get up by supporting herself with one hand on the ground, but the man grabbed her arm and yanked it hard.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." Wen Wan cried out softly.
"Tell me, how did you get this injury?" Mo Siluo's voice was very excited, and his actions a bit impatient.
"I don't know," Wen Wan muttered, trying to break free from the man, but he gripped her even tighter.
"You're hurting me," Wen Wan reproached him coquettishly, her pretty face flushed with a layer of red from drinking, exceptionally charming.
