"It was me who asked him to get close to you."
Han Chen's voice came from behind. He held a cup filled with a red liquid that he swayed gently, and the fitted white shirt made his figure appear even more slender.
At this moment, he resembled the legendary vampire, elegant and beautiful, yet exuding a deadly danger.
Ruanruan's sense of smell was very sensitive; what he held was not wine, it was blood.
"So, our first meeting was all arranged by you, wasn't it?"
Ruanruan sniffed, pushing the tears that threatened to spill back, forcing herself not to cry.
Han Chen walked over, his fingers wiping away the tears at the corner of Ruanruan's eyes.
However, the girl retreated cautiously from him.
"Don't be so wary. I arranged for him to approach you only to protect you, you're my daughter, how could I bear to hurt you?"
His voice was so gentle, but to Ruanruan's ears, it sounded like a demon's murmur.