Mo Yan, however, refused to lift her head to look at the person, abruptly stretching out her hand to push the unprepared Xiao Ruiyuan to the side, and got up, preparing to hide back into her room.
Xiao Ruiyuan's heart panicked, his hand reacting faster than his brain, and he tightly gripped the woman's wrist, "Yanyan..."
Mo Yan harshly shook her hand, but couldn't break free from his strong grip. Unable to resist, she turned her head and glared fiercely at Xiao Ruiyuan, "Let go!"
Xiao Ruiyuan, unwilling to let go, saw the woman's lips red and swollen, even slightly cracked, and a deep regret flashed in his eyes, "Yanyan, I'm sorry!" As he spoke, he reached out to embrace the startled woman into his arms, ready to comfort her thoroughly.
Mo Yan stared and sidestepped to avoid giving him the chance to get close, "You should leave, I'm very angry right now and don't want to talk to you."