He Yi sat in Yi Liangze’s arms, burying his face in front of his broad and strong chest, listening to the man’s strong and familiar heartbeat, but his nasal cavity could not help but ache, and tears fell.
The man just gently stroked her shoulders, gently kissed her hair and forehead, but no longer urged her. He knew that she needed a hesitant struggle process. Although he had vaguely foreseen something unfortunate, he only had deep heartache and self-blame for her. He only hoped that he could help her heal, comfort her, pamper her, and heal the wounds on her body and soul.
“The thing that you thought did not happen!”He Yi choked for a long time before she finally spoke. Her voice was slightly hoarse, but it was extremely determined. “He didn’t assault me!”
