The woman had no reaction, just kept playing with her fingers, as if she hadn't heard him at all.
Lan Liehuo carefully took off the clothes from the woman, and she seemed to suddenly realize what was happening. She quickly clutched her clothes tightly and looked at him in panic.
"Shushu, it's Xiao Huo, I'm your Xiao Huo, I won't hurt you." Lan Liehuo now truly regretted that those who tried to disgrace her died just like that.
He should have brought all those bastards back and tortured them to death!
The woman stopped resisting after hearing his words, letting him take off her clothes.
If someone saw this scene, they would surely find it very bizarre—a handsome, impeccably dressed man was undressing a woman who resembled a beggar, and his actions were so gentle, as if she were a world-class treasure before him.
Lan Liehuo took all her clothes off, her unexposed skin still showing hints of its original color. He looked at the bruises all over her body, and tears rolled down...
