I apologize, my lady. Your boyfriend has made it quite clear that he doesn't wish for me to touch your breasts. So, I've taken it upon myself to solve your problem. No one will ever dare touch them again!"
"...."
The only sound that echoed through the stillness was Feng Xiao's agonizing cries as she knelt on the ground, clutching her wounded chest.
The air itself seemed to hold its breath, allowing the painful echoes to linger for a haunting minute.
Xia Tian shattered the silence, his voice cutting through the air. "Oh, by the way, she is mine, if you would please," he declared, extending his hand to claim Xia Rouyan from Long Meihui's grasp.
"Ah, okay," Long Meihui replied, perplexed by the sudden turn of events but obediently handing over the little girl to him.
"You little demon, why did you run away?" Xia Tian accused, his gaze fixed on the adorable bundle in his hands.