Li Lei's steady steps that seemed to carry irresistible force were so powerful that it caused the entire hall to become silent. Wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt that was as white as moonlight, the faint outline of his muscles underneath the cotton fabric contracted and relaxed as he walked like a beautiful and dangerous beast.
Xia Ling looked at him as he strode past her assailants towards her, each of his footsteps going against the light. At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world's troubles were far away from her, only his face was real and gave her a peace of mind.
"Li Lei." She lightly called out to him again.
Li Lei walked in front of her and pulled her out of Nan Sheng's arms.
Her hands were still tied together. As her feet hurt from the thin high heels, she was unable to balance properly and fell into Li Lei's arms. He hugged her warmly and lowered his head to look at her hands. "They tied your hands together?"
