"Who are you! Let go of me!"
The woman in his arms was still struggling.
Her muffled voice came through, making the tense Pei Zhiyao unable to recognize who it was at first.
The room was extremely dim.
Aside from being able to clearly see the man's jaw in front of her, she couldn't see anything else.
Wen Mian's palms were full of cold sweat from fear.
Yet his threatening voice rose from above her head.
"Don't move, or I'll deal with you."
In an instant, a familiar feeling came over her, bringing the momentarily stunned Wen Mian back to her senses.
Wen Mian used all her strength to push the other person away.
The sudden contrast made Pei Zhiyao stagger back unconsciously.
When Pei Zhiyao looked up again, he managed to see clearly who the person opposite was, by the moonlight coming through the window.
"Pei Zhiyao?"
As a reflex, Wen Mian took two steps back.
She was still somewhat in disbelief regarding the person before her.