Zhou Yao relaxed his handsome eyebrows and put away his worries. He said softly but coldly, "You can leave."
Han Xuan held back her temper again and again. She couldn't leave tonight. She needed to become his woman!
"Brother Zhou," She hugged his arms with both hands and slowly stood up from the wheelchair.
Her legs were crippled and could not feel them anymore. So she wrapped her hands around his neck tightly to prevent herself from falling. "Brother Zhou, don't send me away tonight."
Seeing her like this, Zhou Yao frowned and looked very impatient. He removed the hands that were hanging around his neck and scolded in a deep voice, "Han Xuan, go back!"
Han Xuan hugged him tightly, "I don't want to go back. Wherever you are, there I'll be as well. Brother Zhou, I love you."
She tried to kiss his face.
