Zhang Xin froze, lifting her eyes to watch the gradual change in Zhang Zhao's expression. She had never imagined that Zhang Zhao would dare to resist her, nor had she thought that Zhang Zhao could resist her.
Zhang Zhao's chest heaved violently, his eyes turning red. He grabbed Zhang Xin's hand and pulled it down from the air, twisting her arm forcefully.
Zhang Zhao stepped back, his gaze resting on Zhang Xin's face, looking at her with an incomparable longing and cherishing.
Zhang Zhao's thin lips curled into a mocking smile: "Sister, I've grown up. I'm no longer the cowardly and useless weakling I used to be."
As Zhang Zhao spoke, he suddenly pulled Zhang Xin toward his embrace, simultaneously clamping her waist with his large hands, trapping her between his body and the wall, unable to move.
