"I'm the one who was beaten. I haven't said anything yet, but you're crying first?"
He pursed his lips and laughed.
"Cierra, are you not bad? Huh?"
"Let go of me!"
Cierra struggled, and she choked.
She didn't regret it.
If he asked her to apologize with confidence again, she would do it again.
At this moment, Draven was equally confident.
"I won't let go. What if you hit me again if I let go?"
Not only did he not let go, but he also took a step forward to close the distance between them. The palm print was also particularly eye-catching because he took two steps forward.
Cierra had no path of retreat.
In front of the private room was the decoration. The hollow rockery was surrounded by a small pool, and the bricks were against her ankles.
She could only try to break free from his grip. "Draven, let go of me!"
As if to take revenge for the slap, he tightened his grip slightly.