The man's golden eyes turned strangely dilated, and a thin layer of flesh on his back seemed to be propped up by something, creating a prominent bulge.
His expression turned pallid from forcibly suppressing something. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as his powerful hands gripped her delicate waist tightly, pulling her close.
“Boom—”
An invisible force shattered the doors and windows.
Moonlight streamed in, but it was eerie. Half of the man's sharply angular face was cast in shadows, and his dangerous breath hung around her like a terrifying beast. It sent shivers down her spine.
Realizing his intentions, An Yao widened her eyes and struggled vigorously, demanding, “Let go of me!”
“Don't move, I'm taking you somewhere. I promise not to harm...”
Before he could finish his sentence, a painful groan escaped the man's lips. His body curled downwards, naturally releasing her.