This passage is quite long, and considering Lin Chu's current state, she would usually take a long time, hesitating, to express herself clearly.
But Lin Chu seemed anxious, so her voice was smoother than before.
Lin Chu was soft as if she had no bones, her entire body weight leaning on Lu Huai'an, who stood motionless, with no intention to support her.
The rich aroma of red wine and the unique fragrance of a young girl wafted around his nose. The girl tilted her head and looked at him pitifully, biting her lower lip, innocent and pure, with a distressed and panicked appearance.
Seeing Lu Huai'an unmoved, Lin Chu sniffled and prepared to keep trying, "I..."
"Shut up."
Lin Chu had just uttered a word before she was interrupted by the man's cold voice. The next moment, the arms wrapped around his waist were yanked away, and Lin Chu thought she would be thrown back onto the seat, like a piece of trash.
