She was covered in blood, and the man's face turned slightly pale as he struggled to contain his panic-stricken heartbeat, carefully holding her as if she were a fragile treasure.
"Xinlan?" he called her name softly, Lin Xinlan frowned slightly but did not wake up.
He couldn't help but tighten his arms, a flash of anguish crossing his eyes.
Looking up, Qiao Yiyang's gaze became frighteningly cold, and his voice was even chillier, "Take your punishment yourself, or get lost from my sight!"
Lu Xiaofan asked without changing his expression, "What exactly do you like about her? Anything she can do, I can do too."
Qiao Yiyang snorted coldly, "She is a woman, are you a woman?!"
Having said that, he carried Lin Xinlan away with large strides.
Lu Xiaofan pondered over his words.
Wasn't she a woman?
She looked at her own curvaceous body, growing even more confused. Indeed, she was a woman.
Lin Xinlan felt pain all over her body, and in her dreams, she was in agony too.