"Don't touch me." Seeing Huo Zhao reach out to her, Shen Yaowei quickly retreated, not wanting to give him a chance to touch her.
In the end, she stepped on the protruding cobblestones and staggered back.
Just as Shen Yaowei closed her eyes and was about to reach out to protect the back of her head, a dark figure flew behind her.
Her body fell into a slightly cold embrace. Shen Yaowei opened her eyes slightly and met a pair of light-colored eyes.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle."
The girl's voice was filled with bright surprise, enough to melt all coldness.
Huo Junhan hugged Shen Yaowei with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other. He bent it expressionlessly in the opposite direction.
The sound of dislocated bones was especially obvious. Huo Zhao groaned and took a few steps back, his face pale as he clutched his dislocated wrist.
He looked at Huo Junhan coldly and asked slowly, "Your Highness Li, what do you mean?"
