The girl saw Wei Yuan, let out a sharp scream, and turned to run.
Stirred by instinct, Wei Yuan chased after her and in one swift motion, grasped the nape of her neck and lifted her up.
The girl struggled and cried, her tears falling like rain, pitiful to behold. In her struggle, her clothes became disheveled, unintentionally exposing much that should not have been exposed, even the most private parts flickering before Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan just watched the girl, mulling over his thoughts, neither reaching to undress her further nor to tidy up her clothes.
The girl realized her embarrassing situation and quickly reached to cover her chest. However, her thin arms were hardly sufficient to cover her ample curves; it was a case of trying to save one side only to lose control of the other.
Wei Yuan watched, continuing to ponder.
