Worriedly, Zhuang Han Wu turned his angry face to a gentle one that was filled with worries toward Xiao Yun who had been struggling to ran away from his iron-claw arm that was still wrapped on her waist.
In her heart, Xiao Yun stare at Zhuang Han Wu's slender arms couldn't help but curse. 'D*mn it! How come this young man who clearly looked weaker than me has such a strong arm? I can't release myself!'
Realizing Xiao Yun's eyes were staring at his hands with an awkward face, he released his hand only when he placed Xiao Yun in a safe place.
"I'm sorry, for going over the line." Zhuang Han Wu apologized in a gentle manner. He knew that touching a girl's waist for such a long time must've felt uncomfortable and impudent.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yes I am, thank you very mu-" As Xiao Yun looked up and take a clearer view of Zhuang Han Wu's face, he hand reflexively went to her forehead for a facepalm.
