When he saw the anger in Lin Baobao's eyes, Huo Chen, instead of becoming angry, let out a smile, "What's wrong?"
It was a simple question, but when he spoke, his gaze involuntarily fell to Lin Baobao's lips, and took in the its vibrant red color, causing his eyes to darken.
Before Lin Baobao could react, her wrist was clasped by him. She instinctively lifted her leg to kick his temple, but Huo Chen seemed to have anticipated her move. Even before her foot landed, he caught her ankle.
Lin Baobao was wearing a long skirt, and this move was extremely embarrassing.
"You, you let go."
But the man didn't respond, his eyes only grew darker. Just as Lin Baobao was about to speak, she found the man had let go of her hand. But as she prepared to leave, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her backward.
Right behind Lin Baobao was a bed. Before she could react, a hot sensation fell on her lips.