Liang Zixuan was afraid that Luo Yanyun would hear something, so she gritted her teeth and did not dare to make a sound. Struggling, she whispered, "Young Master Han, what are you doing? Release me!"
Han Yuanjun brought her closer to him. His nose was filled with a faint fragrance coming out of her body. Not a rich perfume fragrance, but the uniqueness of the young girl's body. It was faint and very fragrant.
He lowered his head and sniffed her neck, suddenly feeling very satisfied in his heart. This was the first time in thirty years he felt safe with a woman. It's as if he had the whole world in his hands whenever he was with her.
Somehow, his voice turned hoarse as he whispered into Liang Zixuan's ear. "Zixuan, you really don't need to be so strong."
Why can't she?
In her previous life, she was not strong, which was why she suffered such a tragedy. In this life, she must be strong enough to protect the people she wanted to protect.
