After Xia Yuxun finished speaking, she was about to take Yan Zihua away from this dangerous place when her wrist suddenly tightened, and she lost control, falling towards the sofa.
She fell awkwardly into Leng Sichen's embrace, and he held her chin tightly, staring down into her eyes like a wild beast unleashed.
"Let go of Miss!" Yan Zihua tried to rush forward but was stopped in his tracks by Yuchi Fei, who suddenly appeared from the corner of the living room like a flash of lightning.
"Leng Sichen, what are you doing?" Xia Yuxun frowned, feeling like her jaw was about to break.
"What happened to your face?" Leng Sichen's fingers hovered over the red, swollen bruise on her face, as if he wanted to touch it but feared hurting her, so he pulled back and clenched his fist.
"I bumped into a wall, can't I?"
"Ha, bumped into a wall? Do it again and let me see!"
"Am I crazy to bump into a wall again just to show you!"
"Do you think you're not?"
