Lu Ziyuan's gaze turned cold, his expression dark and frightening. Xie Wanqing did not look at his face but could feel the boiling anger of the person beside her.
She held her breath, subconsciously taking a step back, but soon her wrist tightened as she was pulled into his embrace.
The familiar scent enveloped her, and Xie Wanqing swallowed, her voice changing in fear, "Lu Ziyuan, don't go crazy!"
His large palm grasped her delicate neck, gently curling, his fingers brushing her soft skin, causing a shiver.
Lu Ziyuan let out a laugh.
The laugh was short and cold, chilling to the listener.
Xie Wanqing's whole body stiffened, suddenly, the hand on her neck used a bit more force, her vision going black, as her face was pressed into his chest.
As Lu Ziyuan looked down, holding her securely in his arms, a tide of regret surged within him.
How could he have allowed this girl to lie beneath another?
In those sleepless nights, she was held by that old man in their embrace.
