"Xiao Chen, I was originally planning to listen to you and let it go. I really didn't want to fuss with Ling Chuxia, but she insists on picking a bone with me. I can't swallow this, I can't!"
Facing Xiao Chen, her tone was no longer aggressive, but soft, gentle, pitiful.
Even though she spoke words of hatred, Xiao Chen couldn't find a response to refute her.
This frail Yun Shu, just like when he saw her in the United States, was so tender and heartbreaking, heartbroken enough that he fell deeply for her, even to the point of being unable to extricate himself.
Xiao Chen closed his eyes deeply, slowly raised his hands, and embraced Ling Yunshu's slender body. Her body trembled violently, causing him to hold her even tighter, his hands clasped firmly around her.
In his heart, Ling Yunshu had always been this soft, this pitiful, this much in need of protection, so he had once said he would protect her without reservation. But now, he had still let her get hurt...
