"I told you to stop talking!"
"Xiao, she already sold herself to Mo Nanjue long ago, and who knows how many times she's been defiled. Why are you still so fixated?!"
"Fu Qingshuang!"
Luo Xiao finally lost his patience. His usually gentle face flashed with anger, "I've told you before, stop involving Xiao Ran in everything!"
With those words, his body uncontrollably shivered slightly.
Tong Ran was the only woman he had loved deeply up to this moment, and he couldn't deny his strong feelings for her.
Last time on the yacht, the maid who helped Xiao Ran change her clothes told him that her body was covered in bruises everywhere.
He had restrained himself from rushing in to hold her. Being a man, he naturally wished that it was his own traces that remained on the body of the woman he loved.
Not Mo Nanjue's.
However, he could no longer care about this now. In the end, once he stood up, Xiao Ran would definitely belong to him completely!