You still want to run?
Yan Yanfeng's phoenix eyes narrowed, and before she could take two steps away, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
His tone carried a hint of danger: "What are you running for? Hm?"
"Don't bother with me!" Yun Qiluo was forcibly held in his embrace, struggling several times without success. Thinking about tonight's events, she was both angry and aggrieved, her eyes turned red, "Beautiful woman, I don't want you anymore! Go away!"
Yan Yan was stunned, not expecting her to cry.
The anger in his heart dissipated instantly, leaving only heartache.
He hugged her tightly, while stroking her head.
He coaxed softly: "Be good, why are you so angry? I wasn't even harsh with you."
When he coaxed her, Yun Qiluo's tears fell even more.
But she didn't forget to retort: "You call that not being harsh?"
Yan Yan: "..."
Indeed, his tone just now had been a bit severe.
