Su Chen never cared about chasing after Loo Fang and his group of thugs.
For him those thugs were like some side characters, their mere presence was only to add spiciness to the existing story. Moreover, the beauty was already in his embrace.
He gently lifted Lou Rouer's big head buried in his chest like an ostrich. Taking out his handkerchief, with a gentle movement, he wiped the little blood that had flown down her head.
Su Chen had to admit, at that very moment, her face really looked enthralling. This time Lou Rouer's face was devoid of her rigid righteousness and usual arrogance.
There was a breezing smile on her face as she looked at him, like a girl who has just come out of age it seemed as if she had become a lot younger.
Perhaps, seemed to be just aware of his ambiguous gaze, Lou Rouer's cheeks blushed unawaringly.