Jiarong ran away?

"Rui…"

Jiarong's voice was soft, cracked, as her glassy eyes landed on her cousin.

Relief, shame, and surprise flickered in her gaze as her trembling arms instinctively moved to shield her chest.

But her hands were weak, barely covering her exposed curves.

"Jiarong…" Ruixin whispered, her voice trembling as she stood, her eyes wide with shock.

"Ugh… What—!?"

Before Jiarong could say another word, a second figure emerged from the doorway.

Large hands wrapped around her thin waist, pulling her back into a firm, possessive embrace.

"Leave me!" Jiarong's voice cracked, hoarse and loud, as she twisted weakly in his grip.

"Take your hands off me!" she hissed, her voice trembling with exhaustion, her body betraying her defiance as it shivered under his touch.

Ruixin's breath hitched as she recognized him—Wang Xiao, his dark eyes gleaming with possessiveness as he held Jiarong close.