Xiao Chen stood there, quietly watching the small woman in front of him, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his hand at all.
The deep eyes did not show any anger, but contained a hint of softness.
Chu Yu bit for a long time, and there was already a slight taste of blood in her mouth, yet Xiao Chen still didn't let go.
She couldn't help but feel a headache. Do all wealthy people have a masochistic tendency?
But even if he has a masochistic tendency, she doesn't have a sadistic one.
She could only lift her head and look at Xiao Chen with courage, "Um, um, I don't know which family's young master you are, but listen to me, I'm really not the person you're looking for, can you let me go?"
Xiao Chen's grip only tightened, his thin lips pressed firmly together, and he looked at her deeply.
The deep affection in his eyes made her scalp tingle a little.
"Lan Yue, I will never let you go again." Xiao Chen said, pressing his lips as he looked at her.
